(5/21/2013 6:02:00 PM)
Steps to Losing Normal
“I don’t want to be here again.”
She gazes through the floor-to-ceiling window,
Her mind wandering the stone paths
Of the Meditation Garden—collecting
New spring blossoms—until the pager buzzes,
An urgent summons: Go through the double doors;
Submit to the humiliation of surgery preparation.
“I don’t know if I can fix this.”
The words follow her, chasing her
Down into the darkness—baying hounds
Threatening her destruction—as her
Lifeblood pours from her body,
An ulcer draining her away,
Plunging her into nothingness.
“You are not healed yet.”
One by one his words fall
Into her lap like rocks—
A landslide of hard gray balls
Crushing her beneath the weight
Of the inescapable name
©The Mosaic Poet
Rachael Aislynn Musgrove
(4/22/2013 2:24:00 PM)
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If to think is to kill a thought
and to sigh is to revive it.
Then why even try it?
I'd deny thinking, if it ment I'd spare a thought.
Perhaps this is all too much for you, my dear.
far too much to take in, I fear.
(4/21/2013 12:52:00 AM)
Nothing comes to mind when you think.
There's nothing there on the brink.
It seems to have went all down the sink.
When ask a question you can only stare and blink.
You are thoughtless with nothing to think.
(4/11/2013 6:45:00 PM)
Far and deep
in their sleep
Our words easily forgotten
Unlike clothes that a warrior had fought in
The dark abysse
Slowly falling like sand through the hour glass
We may feel like nothing
like a drop in the ocean
like dust in the wind
(4/10/2013 6:56:00 AM)
All I want is you love. i love you so much it hurt. when i think about you i cant breath, because you are my air breath. i feel lose with you. if i have go to hell and back just to be with you just for one day i will because i know God understands how much i love you.i love so much i will die for you. you are my oxygen if i cant breath, so how can breath with you. you my eyes if cant see. i will tell the world how much i love you. people will know how i care you, i am incomplete with you beside. i love you girl.
(4/3/2013 7:12:00 PM)
Ok, so this is an outline for a poem. I'll be replacing lines with more filled out sentences and nicer words. I was wondering if anyone would immediately like to offer advice on sentence changes, or poetic direction specifically?The poem's story is about a boy who is told bad news by a dr. and he has to go through all this terrible treatment just to buy some time.
The air is mild and dry
The rooms neatly organized
clean and familiar
A boring, common decor
He'd probably call it
If his mind wasn't already at war
With his hands clenched tightly
The man in white sat him down
and spoke words that
almost brought him to the ground
To which he barely reacted
" You do Understand?" the man
in white asked
" Yes, terminal." He responded
The proding and pain starts
As the final leaf caresses the dirt
the time has come to extend
his time on earth
A bright light blinds him
No time to sink it all in
Countless hours of illness
sickness and pain
He is left with the same thought
repeating in his head
Do I die because I was born, or was I born to die?
(3/31/2013 2:22:00 AM)
Hello everyone.....I happen to post 44 poems and they sound good in my head but your ideas n thoughts are important to know how worthy they are, afterall I am nothing without you.Be my guest and share what you feel.
(3/11/2013 2:31:00 AM)
Be in quest of a place from the surroundings,
to seek the arcana of the Nature.
with whole heart seeped into.
as if shuttling between the numerous peals without time
till pure white lights lighting my mind,
flowing and coagulating then again
into a icy spherocrystal for me to savour.
Linda Neill Poet Digter
(1/31/2013 3:06:00 PM)
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I am Eve
I am day
I am woman
God made me this way
I am rib
I am love
I am Adams’ dove
Adam’s love made me this way
Copyright Linda Neill
Linda Neill Poet Digter
(1/31/2013 3:05:00 PM)
Lament¹ of loom²
I am not saying a word
name me silent
I feel violent
tears are my sword.
I smile as I try to
bury the pain
I will refrain
so I reach high to
be in blossom and bloom
to bury the lament of loom.
Don’t try to understand my longing
a lament of loom
it is a mocking bird’s song
but I will continue going
knowing it will become a joyful song
¹Lament- mourn; cry for; ²Loom - appear
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