Poetry

Sometimes time stands still

It remains imprinted in our memories 

Stagnant of motion yet still moving the core of our being

Why are these times here more than others?

Why do I hold onto the image over all other times?

Like a theme, I need to analyze 

A secret hidden in a snapshot 

Dare I look for what time wants me to take out of the image?

I keep seeing it over and over…

Is there something I’m overlooking?

The photo sticks to my soul 

Will I always remember 

Or, will it fade away slowly 

Just like time 

Just like you

Just like me

Anger…

Why are you here with me today?

Thought I let you go

Turned my back from you

And walked away

Still

Remnants of you follow me

People I see mirror your cause

No light in sight

Searching in this dark cloud that offers no outlook 

You’re a deviation from clarity and hope 

You drain my energy with a useless quest

For truth over lies

A brick wall that never ends- never gives

Now, I feel I need to face you head on

Release me from your grip that binds my heart

Entangled traps of despair and constant fog

Release me from your misunderstandings

The smoke screen that hides every essence of you 

Release me from this road I never wanted to travel

Mirror me now

Turn around

Walk a way- no, run

You look harmless

When I see you

Maybe even helpful

But what you project is not what’s inside

The effects of you last and linger way too long

It eats away to the core of my being!

Poison Ivy, I thought you were honest

I believed the lies you told me

I wanted to believe that there was something inside that was good

I wanted to believe that you had good intentions towards me

Of course that was never true!

I see I need to stay away!

You irritate me for weeks on end

You cut through my skin with no mercy

No feeling- no reason -no purpose!

You spread your envy and hate to so many parts of me

You have nothing to do

No purpose but to spread your venom to the next innocent passerby

To anyone who dares to get close to you!

Poison Ivy, I was a fool to come near you 

Please release me-

Finally let me go!

I hope I never see the likes of you again!

I don’t even wish you another prey

I hope that your malice just comes back to you

I’m so grateful for you

Some force was looking out for me when I first saw you

In a world I would never fit in-

You know how it feels to be left out in the cold

No one to take you in

With the exception of one who sees beyond the ordinary

The superficial…

In a world where only the fake is allowed

You showed me there’s more

You showed me…myself

Then rain seems to follow me

Yet no one else it seems

Everywhere else around me the sun shines

But, it’s pouring here above me

Pouring with emotion

My heart sinks in what it knows has been kept from me-

Even though it’s raining above me now, I won’t be dampened 

I will bloom and triumph over every negativity

My light will shine beyond what you’ve ever imagined

I can feel a song

It senses me- engulfs me softly 

It could go unnoticed

If I wasn’t listening from a place few people are open to hear

Like reaching out to you at night…

Or anytime of day

I listen, I feel…

I look for you in spirit 

As you do me

Yet the veil hides my eyes from you

And yours from mine

Still…

I sense your thoughts everyday. 

Looking in- without.

I have so far to go

Ever reaching the heights of you…

I watch you from afar

In hopes that you might glance my way-

I know never to expect anything

For life has always taught me not to

But, there’s a lesson of hope when the sun shines upon you…

Just like a glance from you-

My heart is lifted from a dark place

In that moment-

There’s a warmth I feel when you look in my direction…

When you look at me-

I feel I’ve found my way home

Maybe poets feel we are the black sheep that stay far away from the flocks.

Oddly looking- not on the same page- seeing things that no one else sees!

However unpopular, but always seeking the truth.

The truth that is hidden behind the veils of projections, superficial smiles, and mass dogma that most accept without thought or question. 

Poets walk the road lonely and desolate yet the feeling we’ve all felt and tucked away for no one to see, however shameful to discuss still exists. Facing it. Giving it a voice. Warrants our quest.

Our job as poets is to expose those feelings and bring it to the foreground. However painful the process, it’s still there, often overlooked. Looking ahead and looking behind it is still a part of us and always will be!

Words morph into feelings and the depth of those feeling become our world.

As a poet, and a misfit of society, I’ll always speak the truth knowing few will accept. Deep in my heart I know that many will relate nevertheless. 

I keep hoping

The next day will be different-

I sensed that  I am trapped in a maze

A maze that exists in my own mind. 

It devours my thoughts-

My essence faded away in the background…

Staying within the limits of what is known-

Yet, this maze leads to nowhere…

Certainly-nowhere that I want to go.

So, I keep walking

Same footprints…

Repetition isn’t my path

I know myself

That’s why I’m leaving 

I’m going in a different direction

I’ll walk a different path

Open to what’s new

Excited to find you.