My Poetry Blog: A Mix of Genres and Poetry Styles
So I say
“Hey, how’s it going?”,
“It’s not going so great.”
And with a mournful gaze he looks at my face.
“I… Can see it coming,
It’s rising up.”
Helplessly he looks down,
And I know he sees the solution.
But then his legs start moving.
“No,
Wait,
That’s not the way.”
But who am I to say?
Then I look up,
And I keep running.
Day
After
Day.
Time Taken: 8 Minutes
Caught between sun and sea,
A spaceman moving away from all he knows.
The man is torn between longing for exploration.
And longing for love.
Normally not mutually exclusive,
And love can be felt across the universe,
But still he longs for fulfilment and company.
Upon return,
He will be an alien to his own species.
His head almost touching the sky,
Whilst not in the clouds.
A giant,
Moving across continents with a giant step.
His heart in a broken state,
As he mourns for a future not had.
But,
It’s beautiful.
His expression is not one of sadness,
But a quiet contentment,
As he knows there are universes left to discover,
Along his journey he’ll pick up the others.
Together,
They’ll be immortal.
Time Taken: 9 Minutes
When all is said and done,
And it is the end of a day that wouldn’t end,
What else is there?
All the words spoken,
The love exchanged in our presence.
Who am I to ask for time to stand still?
Who am I to wish for anything?
Now a new chapter,
But simply a continuation of a story.
Refusal of this fact,
A useless act.
Time Taken: 12 minutes
Been awake for about 28 hours straight now so that’s my excuse for errors haha
Moving back in time:
Something longed for,
Just to relive the love.
All the words gone unspoken,
All the tears not shed,
But the deepening sadness,
Of experience.
Time is a river,
An irreversible current.
The present,
The rapids.
There is hope for some calm waters,
And no waterfall.
Time Taken: 6 Minutes
The sunchaser,
Eventually is also covered by the night.
But the night is not kind,
And offers no rest.
Again,
During a night so long it may as well be two.
For an eon he waits,
And hopes the night would take him if the sun doesn’t first.
A spasm in his sleep,
A cramp in his legs.
But,
Not long now.
The sun will rise again,
And so I wait.
Time Taken: 3 minutes
This subconscious refusal,
Stopping an expression of a deep sadness.
Imagine,
You’re happy as can be,
But your mouth may as well be sown shut,
Only muffled sounds hinting at laughter come out.
My voice shakes,
My breathing changes,
Surely a foreshadowing so obvious would mean the tears will come?
But no,
It stops.
This deep feeling,
Being bottled up by my own mind.
A self-destructive act with an unknown origin.
What will it take,
To break down this wall?
Time Taken: 10 minutes
When the final embrace was had,
And the last goodbye said,
What is left?
Enough love for a hundred peoples,
Causing a heartbreak shattering my oh-so fragile heart.
It tries to be strong,
Oh and it does it so well.
But there are the dark nights,
When there’s nothing left,
And my soul wishes for the pain to end.
Crying out in despair,
But without tears.
Shouting into the wind,
Without a voice.
New foundations will be built,
New hearts will be found.
But the heart longs for the now old foundations and relationships.
The new could not possibly compare,
The mind,
A hopeless pessimist in its self-destructive depression.
Without the others it cannot live on it thinks,
And the pain it would cause to abandon them all?
If it could all just end,
It would be-
No.
Stop.
Time Taken: 6 minutes
His mask is a transparent nothing.
As the energy to transform it into a convincing disguise,
Is simply too much.
He is just so tired,
An eternal rest would not be enough.
All falling stars would be exhausted before his wish could be granted.
If only time could please wait.
The terrifying thought that he holds the power to grant his wish,
Though he knows once this mortal power is wielded,
There is no return.
No continuation.
Not for him.
Tears for the man would not dry up.
But the Earth keeps moving.
A seed,
A plant,
A tree,
A fire,
And so it goes.
He knows that this day too,
Will pass.
But that eventually the days do stop passing for him.
“Alas,
It won’t be today.”
The man ponders.
Tomorrow is a new day,
And there lies the chance for the best one yet.
Time Taken: 12 Minutes
Lethargy,
A creeping devil lying in wait.
Mind occupied with dreams,
Rest.
An awakening,
And the foreign entity with evil intent enters in to fill the void of dreams.
You should stay in bed today,
You can have your new beginning another day.
You don’t need nutrion for your body or soul.
You can trust me.
You wouldn’t lie to you,
Would you?
Time Taken: 9 Minutes
Consistency is key.
Even on a day when life is tomato soup,
And I am a fork.
On a day when the comforts of an enticing bed are oh-so tempting,
And I am a warm cooked chicken in a wrap.
To throw off those blankets of shelter,
To clear the mind with a splash of cool water.
To live life and not waste away.
To live life,
And live another day.
Time Taken: 5 Minutes
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