13/01/19 – Secondary Heartbreak

Secondary heartbreak.

As his heart shatters,

Releasing his deepest misery,

As the myriad of emotions washes over those around him.

And I am filled with a portion of his suffering,

But it brings no relief to him.

Seemingly endless stream of tears as his heart was torn apart.

I feel helpless as I see his pain,

An endless strain on his soul,

Threatening to overtake him.

Do I ask a question I know the answer to?

Do I give condolences for her love for him?

Between gold and being given knowledge of what to do,

The former does not compare to the latter its value.

I join the others,

As we form a circle around him.

We attempt to absorb the persistent flow of emotion,

As it covers us,

As we pour our own empathy into him,

As his soul is not an endless source,

And must not dry up.

 

Time Taken: 12 Minutes

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

 

Fright for a Life

Don’t you dare.

You say those words,

My heart beats so fast,

It is as if an earthquake of an unimaginae magnitude is occurring in my chest.

It trembles,

As my breathing becomes shallow.

My fingers dance along the screen,

As it is all I can do.

Please answer.

A sign of life,

Anything.

A circle around you,

Tightly knitted.

Made out of all those,

With quaking hearts.

But now there is a wall.

Built up around you.

Because of one with a quaking heart,

As I made a mistake.

I realize,

As I am filled with mortal despair.

Anguish.

Still frantically dancing as the wall stops all.

Then.

A brick,

Removed.

He speaks,

From inside his insolation.

Though he fills the hole in the wall,

A small gap is left.

To show he’s okay.

And,

The circle still stands.

As their hearts beat in unison,

For the man in the wall.

Will catch up on the other poems tomorrow but needed to write this first right now.

12/01/19 – The Twins’ Tapestry

The blue sky,

With few pale clouds lingering in its clutches.

Stretching far into the distance,

It holds even the mighty sun.

Then at its end,

On the horizon,

It meets his twin that could not be more different on the inside.

Smaller,

Slightly more blue.

Full of life.

They meet,

And create a tapestry of creation.

Time Taken: 6 Minutes

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

11/01/19 – Who Decides?

Growing up,

With my mother teaching me,

How to shave the hair off my face.

Growing up,

As a boy without a father.

Growing up,

Knowing death from a young age,

As he took what shouldn’t have been taken.

But,

Is that true?

Who decides,

Who lives to the age of a hundred,

Or only one?

It’s life.

It’s death.

Time Taken: 4 minutes

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

10/01/19 – A Poem in the Bin

A vague allegory,

Like the sun setting over a goose,

Unknown to all but the author.

A metaphor or simile,

For something as easily explained as the origin of the universe.

A poorly thought out rhetoric with an answer,

Which makes it a mere question.

And finally,

The point of realization.

The “piece de resistance”.

A metaphor so intricate even the poet does not know its exact meaning.

And thus,

The conclusion of a poem so great not even the author will remember it.

 

Time Taken: 6 Minutes

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

09/01/19 – Image of Relaxation

Complete relaxation and contentment,

As an image in my mind.

It is not the most luxurious cruise,

Or being sprawled out,

Basking in the sun on a tropical beach.

My personal image of contentment:

A room where the only light is that of the setting sun.

And the only sound is our breathing.

A beige couch that contrasts the lively colours the sun carries inside.

A blanket that is too big,

But it’s our favourite one.

A half-eaten pizza,

A dog sleeping on his bed,

A cat draped over my lap.

And my other half so closely by my side,

We may as well be one.

 

Time Taken: 7 Minutes

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

08/01/19 – Good Times for Rhymes

I may be a bit late to the rhyme game,

But I feel it’s the right change.

There’s less sophistication,

But hey it’s a personal equation.

So I just make it work,

Guess it’s just a new quirk.

Add me to rhyme

and it equals sublime.

Might be too self-centered with the rhyming poems to be honest,

Need to remember to be modest,

To have some elegance instead of arrogance,

But no need to be hesitant,

However if the rhymes are basic I might just disappear into irrelevance.

So I need to keep it special,

Something that’s essential:

For me to keep it about self-expression.

Whether it’s depression,

Or how to deal with rejection,

Just need my own personal comprehension,

To have my self-reflection,

Recognize imperfection,

This connection,

A careful selection,

Every line a rhyme,

Just for satisfaction.

 

Currently in the process of getting back up to date with the daily poems, which is why this is not uploaded on the 8th.

Time Taken: 11 Minutes

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

 

07/01/19 – A Conclusion

And then,

A conclusion was reached.

It took a realization,

And an unreasonable conversation,

For us to be impeached.

I look back at the times we’ve had;

At the good and the bad,

And it is a lazy rhyme but it would be a lie if I said it makes me sad.

Sure,

I may be dramatic,

But it seems for your stubbornness there is no cure,

And right now I am pragmatic.

Your enforcement of your pessimistic ideology,

Instead forced this eulogy.

 

The other two parts that essentially make up this trilogy of poems are “It’s Okay” and “This Overwhelming Part of You”. This is the last poem on the topic, and so also is the end of the trilogy.

Time Taken: 14 Minutes

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

06/01/19 – Thoughts on a Poem

Pondering,

Thinking,

Writing,

Scribbling.

Will it be rhyming?

Or repetition?

Or even alliteration?

Or all of the above:

A man on a mission it’s a one man petition so I give myself permission to use some repetition,

I suppose that worked.

 

Edited because I forgot what the right word for Alliteration was.

Time Taken: 3 Minutes

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com