My Poetry Blog: A Mix of Genres and Poetry Styles
I sold a smile with zero commission –
It’s the tale of the sad salesman.
Going door to door
On different shores –
So sure that it would be okay.
It was a day to day basis,
And I stayed on this path –
No matter the waves and phases
That I faced.
But it’s time for a career change
And to change my ways.
So that finally I can reach a place
Where instead of chasing the sun –
And its face,
It will smile down to me
And let me breathe
Freely.
I get so tired
Of the tiredness –
Of walking on coals
With fires under my feet.
The flames reach my face
But I am falling asleep,
As it’s just the same
As yesterday.
A small relief
When I can breathe –
Just for a brief moment,
Before the fire fills my lungs.
I can see the waves, far away
And up close, as they close
In on me once more –
Same as before.
Maybe the hooded man will chop off my head,
And it drops with the raindrops as I lie there –
Dead.
Or maybe my life he will spare,
And instead –
He’ll only strike a hair.
The wind blows.
My eyes close
And I turn white as a ghost.
Out of spite
I say my own last rite.
I’m still afraid
Of the days that I faced,
The fate that awaits
And the axe that is raised.
What a hangover it was.
The endless sick feeling –
And tears when I could find no relief.
It’s no surprise that it ended this way,
After getting drunk on the daily –
Caught in an ever present pink haze
And dancing in the purple rain.
The worst part was the cure
As they were some tough pills to swallow.
But I got them down
And got up.
The emotions crash like waves.
I used to dismiss them
As a coping mechanism –
But now I have jumped off the boat
And I have to keep my head afloat.
Dark waters as far as my eyes can see –
It seems even the stars have left me
And I have to use my energy sparingly
So I can breathe,
But the wounds have started to bleed.
The scars from the past are open
And the waters are turning red
All around, without a sound –
As the blood pours out.
But it is a release – a relief
And I start to believe
I can ride the waves
With this lesser weight,
And find my way.
Freedom accompanies me
But I wish she would leave me be.
Being free doesn’t please the guilty –
As they constantly plead their case subconsciously.
Their conscience is unclean,
And the sheen has been gone for so long –
They are gasping, their soul longs
For an existence of innocence.
My chest feels tight, and I do try –
But I’m so tired
All the time.
The words I said after we got out bed still ring in my head.
How I felt so lucky being in that place –
That space, a dream from which I didn’t want to wake.
But before we made a mistake you ended it
For both of us our sake.
It was a matter I didn’t dare bring up while together,
Because I believed I didn’t deserve any better.
But now I do.
And I know I no longer want to be with you –
It’s true –
But I did love waking up next to you.
I try to just dismiss it,
Then a certain song comes along
And I start to miss it.
I can’t pretend that I want that again though,
We got to the end of our show
Before we reached the crescendo.
We fell and melted like snow
In the Summer
And did not last till Fall.
Yeah
All in all –
What a bummer.
Submerged in the sadness
In the filthiest bath,
Dealing with endless madness,
Call me Sylvia Plath.
Play the sad violins
While I’m turning up the heat,
This is where the end begins,
So listen to this final beat;
Listen
To the silence.
I’m stuck in the rapids,
Tumbling through the water,
With the occasional moment of rest
When I float with the current
And let it carry me along.
I don’t blame you,
Myself
Or anyone else.
This river that I’ve fallen into
Can never find its peace
And shatters me to pieces
Time after time.
The rope that would pull me out
Stays out of reach,
But maybe that’s for the better.
I need to learn how to swim
And hold my breath;
But at times like these
When it pulls me under
Again and again,
I want to close my eyes
And let go.
I never took what we had for granted,
And I know I’m so lucky to have had even a short time with you.
I’ll still love you,
But just in a different way;
Because I know we’ll still be there in sunshine and rain.
I know we’re both floating on an unknown ocean right now,
But these waves will one day wash us ashore.
It may be to the same place,
Or maybe not,
But either way
I’ll always be just a phone call away.
JD Poetry 