Shattered Reality Poetry

"Good or bad they define who we are From our actions to our beliefs, Down to the words we say Or the thoughts we keep, In the end All we have are the choices we choose So it's best not to waste them" Poems and Thoughts by Aaron Dires and Alice Rose Marie

[poems-for-the-pyre]

I Wonder Where Wonderland Went

I Wonder Where Wonderland Went

I remember how things were before Yet can’t recall if any of it was real The garden inside I once called mine Was at sometime Full of beauty and belief Now steeped in distraught and decay

Where once the rain was serene Like a gentle melody breathing life into this dreamlike world Now only the semblance of distant screams echoing Against windows that won’t come clean

Flowers by the bedside Wilt and rot away This uncaring world it seems Takes everything away Then again Perhaps it all was in my head

An illusion Or dellusion A fragile fantasy Where I use escape Overwhelmed now By this overreaching reality

[aarondires]

Sunday Short #8

Human by Alice Rose Marie

We created the heavens and angels So we may believe there is something greater More pure and beautiful Than the horrors around us,

Likewise,

We created monsters and demons So we may think there is something worse More sinister and corrupt Than the horrors inside us.

[aarondires]

Sunday Short #7

If If I was an artist I would paint you a masterpiece I would use changing shades and vibrant hues to show you The beauty I see in you If I was an architect I would build a monument to you The detail alone would put people in awe The smooth stone the sharp features It would be an icon of perfection Second only to you If I was anything but what I am I would find a way to make an immortal creation Something to stand the testaments of time So you would know how long I will love you But I am only a writer So I make do and these words are what I have for you Perhaps they'll be enough if written right Maybe they will echo through history Telling the story of a man who had nothing Only words and an unbreakable love for a girl Who he wished he could give the world

[aarondires]

Frozen Hands

When old memories get replaced The new ones take hold Making us forget what it's like To live how we use to Perhaps I never knew Anyway how was I suppose to I was always told fire would keep you warm Yet even with it roaring uncontrolled I still feel so cold So frozen and alone Perhaps it's just the side-effects of this empty house Or my mind reminding me that things have changed That they'll never be the same Maybe that's why the hot chocolate has lost its taste Why it doesn't have the sweetness it use to anymore Or why the coffee is more bitter then usual Then again maybe it's because they're not made the same They arent made by the same hands they're use to The hands that knew how much sugar to add or how much milk to pour The hands that made everything with love and care The hands that embraced mine that kept them warm The hands that once held a ring Long since left in the dresser drawer

[aarondires]

Cafe

In a cafe down the street I sit and wait I wait for you To turn the corner to come inside For you to return to your favorite place, And if you ever do I will wait for you to order It'll be your usual because you never changed I'll  wait for you to see me sitting there alone For you to decide perhaps it been long enough So maybe we could speak to each other Its been a long time Now the wounds have somewhat healed Maybe we could move past the small talk So we could learn where we went wrong I sit there and wait thinking of what I'd say What I'll admit was my fault What I'll blame on you Or perhaps well finally agree on something That we're both accountable The day however moves on I sit and wait watching the carmel creamer Blend in with the bitter black coffee A yin and yang symbiotic relationship One we tried to achieve Yet somehow never could.

[aarondires]

Sunday Short #6

Complicated It would have been easier to walk away To stop yelling and fighting For me to slam the door For you to lock it behind me A simple fix to all our problems There would be no more arguing There would be no more you and me Only two unfamiliar faces Casting our lights into different places We both however are stubborn at our best So we'd hold on Letting misplaced passion eat us alive Changing us and breaking us Until all we could say was It's complicated

[aarondires]

Pardyprompt Haunting

Memories and Eulogies I remember once early in the morning As I sat writing a story I'd never finish You looked at me and asked What keeps me up at night What do I lie awake thinking of When I should be dreaming What in reality tempts me over the impossible What haunts me to the point that I choose to scar these eyes with sleeplessness The question was born after a full night of restless typing and smoking Where to you I choose the comfort of my own fantasy over your embrace I told you the late hours are the ones Where silence becomes inspiration When memories are free to take over Replacing our thoughts of everyday life With moments of reflection It is the time of solitude Where questions roam and take root It is these questions that haunted me Questions associated with a lonely melody Born from memories connected to a lovers song In my dreams there is no forgetting them No denying their existence and maybe when I'm awake they come to mind But at least then There's always a way to distract me from them At least then I can look around and somewhat answer them You asked me what these questions were I didn't tell you It was best to not give them voice Doubt after all Takes hold when you acknowledge it You let it go allowing me my restless nights Then you let me go Allowing the questions to take hold Questions I'm left to face with alone Questions you once asked me Yet one alone still haunts me Whether I dream or not I'm forced to wonder What if we met Only to say goodbye?

[aarondires]

Sunday Short #5

Hope So there the devil stood with a smile As he created misery and sorrow For underneath it all he laid down hope Something he could take away.

[aarondires]

Sunday Short #4

Voice

It wasn’t the tremble they noticed Nor was it the shaking or the slight break The normalities of fear when performing They didn’t take count of the lack of breath Or the mispronounced words No, What got their attention Was the passion The thoughts made verbal It was the connection they noticed The undoubted beauty When she sang with such conviction The whole room went silent For in that moment She gave her voice To the feelings She hid and kept inside

[aarondires]

The Crow's Call

Huddled in silence we remained Under makeshift roofs of false beliefs In temples of self-proclamation self-satisfaction and self-importance, We found shelter from the pouring rain Within we tried our best to ignore the warning signs We locked the door on the howling wolves Leaving the lambs to the slaughter We turned away from the stray black cats on the sidewalks The omens of twisted and terrible things We whispered over the cries of the night And turned a blind eye to the soldier's plight We had grown use to it after all The pleas of the broken and shamed Those fell on deaf ears Just as the laughter of dark gods had The diseased were disregarded The downtrodden were cast aside We were above it after all, Those who sought refuge found none Among the homes of the self-righteous Yet when things fell apart we cast the first stone When all the crops ran dry we blamed the farmer When all the cattle were culled we blamed the butcher When all the Kingdoms lay asunder we blamed the ones in power When the drums of hell and the harps of heaven sang Then we turned and blamed each other With a twisted claw we pointed a finger Upon a foundation of beaten down souls and broken backs We looked down on the supposed unforgiven We ignored the calls of help from the world Until all that remained was the crow's call Circling above ready to feast on our ignorance Ready to feast on self-appointed holiness

[aarondires]

Crisp

Autumn It is the season of crisp things Crisp mornings and crisp leaves Withered and falling away They break Satisfyingly Beneath the feet of lovers It is the season of change Adaption and survival Time and all things falling away Becoming more than they were They accept what they are to be It is the season of dreamers Creativity and ambition Barriers of reality falling away Allowing infinite possibilities For those daring to believe It is the season of colors Vibrant hues and cloudy skies Rain gently falling away Calmly drumming against window panes Giving life to the silence Autumn The season of beauty and decay Dieing falling crisp leaves The season of love and loneliness Vibrant colors contrasting volatile thoughts The season of reminders and redemption Distant dreams offering peace The season of fires and ice Burning passion and frozen wounds The season of writers and poets When joy dances with sorrow To create life

[aarondires]

Sunday Short #3

It took a mountain of trust to let someone else in Rock by rock and stone by stone The foundation was slowly rebuilt The labor of love a dedication to dreams Blood, sweat, tears, and all the pain in between Years of solitude and re-emergence Yet all it took from you was once second and a single brick To leave me with an avalanche once again

[aarondires]

Sunday Short #2

Broken bones and bloodshot eyes Softly whispered lullabies Leaking lungs and low lights So comes the end of long fights Endless enigmas and eternal empathy The world goes on with little sympathy Wordlessly we wonder why Were we born just to say goodbye

[aarondires]

Sunday Short #1

Somewhere out there Among a sea of lost souls There lies a ship Its anchor rests deep Beneath the still sea floor It does not move it does not sail It simply waits for its captain to return

[aarondires]

Hour of Solace

It is a morning of mourning Just barely the birds rise and sing Beneath a foggy dew people gather On a cold spring day It is the hour of solace As they hold hands that tremble Tears rest on their cheeks Prayers rest on their lips It is past the moment of memories Now it is the seconds of silence As the death knell tolls Another soul is laid to rest

[aarondires]

Endings

Everything ends Whether in a desperate fight Or a calming epilogue All the stories told the fantasies resold In a happily ever after or a bitter reminder The last page comes to us all Like the final sunset off a distant coast We always knew it would come But prayed anyway that dusk would hold off That the mountains would somehow hold up the sun Even if for just a little while longer A cold breeze and a starlit sky One last dance before we say goodbye With the changing tide there comes peace Like falling leaves our breath released Tears in our eyes but joy in our hearts Memories in mind and a smile on our lips We knew all along when we first set off It would come to this Though the journey was long we carried on Pushing through hardships and hanging onto prosperity On the edge of cliffs or in the middle of a valley We gave into the belief that somehow Just somehow when our time comes We'd reach serenity So after the fight has been fought When the battle comes to a halt War won or war lost We'll remove our armor we'll lay down our arms In victory or defeat We will thank the gods when it is our time As they whisper to us If you came here for a happy ending Here it is

[aarondires]

Fire

We were but small candles burning softly among the night Emitting such a low light about the world around us Fearful reminders made of wax Warned us of snuffing ourselves out We however ignored these smoke signals Instead we came together Our flames growing with each gust of breath Every slow dance bringing us closer to death We became a campfire made of love songs and whiskey kisses Yet despite all the fuel we threw in It wasn't enough to keep us from burning up A raging bonfire of arguments and deceptions Some true others we ourselves made In a puff of black smoke Softened only by a light rainfall of tears Our love we had so cherished and wished to keep us warm Burned us and left us Cold on a soft forgotten forest floor