#abstractpoem

[tales-of-a-broken-mask]

Into the Woods

Into the woods to find some peace,

With only me and nature there’s bound to be nothing.

Falling deeper into the thicket 

And coming closer to darkness.

Into the woods to to seek shelter from rain,

Dripping into a cave with only me in it.

Shivering from the cold,

Succumbing to numbness.

Into the woods to regain my strength

After a long time away fighting for my life.

Limping through the bushes,

Stumbling into the void.

Into the woods to try to rescue myself,

Searching for ages to find the right solution.

Attempts feel as though it’s in vain,

Giving up from even trying.

[broadviewbuoyancy]

I grab a hand of clay and watch it turn to hay and sand.

I stack a night and day away, though not one brick can stand.

I couldn't find my mud.

So tired,

I roamed the land,

and when I tried to rest again

I found stones in my hands.

[alinafewilson]

in the garden,

where the aroma heals your senses.

in the garden,

where the flowers are delicate and protected by the strongest fences.

in the garden,

where the colours of the petals are the rainbow in the sky.

in the garden,

where i water the plants as the days go by.

in the garden,

where bees buzz around and extract their pollen.

in the garden,

where i sniff on the posies when tragedy has befallen.

in the garden,

where i have my gloves on as i pull out the weeds.

in the garden,

where i am pricked by the thorns and begin to bleed.

always with this feeling of remorse,

certain correlations you must never force.

in the garden,

alinafe.

INSIDE.

Poems are an expression in words of the beauty seen in the things around you. Many a time these words do not entirely e...

[brickmeetmortar-blog]

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read between the lines

nothing there to read or find 

divine un-defined

--- z.j.m

[tales-of-a-broken-mask]

Tango Through the Grass

Resting on grass stained with black grief,

Around treetops shining crying anger.

Now we dance through mists

On a moon-stricken night

Knowing of the pain we had.

To tango around fallen leaves of spring,

Driving new seeds to rough soils.

Strike the heart deep and clean,

Cleanse the love it beared

Until everything spills out.

Tangoing through open fields of dusk,

Relive the past in drunken lights.

Flow through rivers dried by blue,

Sing to the moon as he would have,

Revel at what we had.

A dance lost in collapse,

Shattered by cruel blades.

To relive the memory as a lone dancer

With the hollowness of desecration,

Find the pieces and create the prophecy anew.

To a hill to ponder in the grass,

Losing to the wonders of peace.

Dance in place through the grass,

Feel the beat that has been lost,

Mend the broken heart to find the grace.

[broadviewbuoyancy]

I want to grab the air into my fists

and squish until that wind is wire

and swing that wire around until

the world abound should feel as dire.

I wish to scream my name to God,

to place me first in hell's admission.

To spite me with forgetful thoughts

and boring repetitions.

I need to take my fuckin' place

and scream intent, and scream intent, and

find my rival concepts,

and then stab with haste until they're dead.

[broadviewbuoyancy]

My thoughts took hold

like a pot of cold lard does.

I got a plop in my hand and I shouted,

watch out! Because

I will not

rot

into time,

where people forget

for a reason.

My thoughts took hold. I folded ship. I fought.

I sunk and sought to blame the whole of water on the breaches.

[brickmeetmortar-blog]

Linda’s Lover

Come settle, quick,

we don’t have much time...

We never seem to, do we?

Here, lie down

just like that. There 

now 

Listen, quick

we don’t have much time 

we never seem to 

I want to tell you that I’m sorry 

that I had to go 

Those things I had to do were so 

Listen, please we don’t have much time I know 

we never seem to 

Just 

Know 

I have that thing 

You know? the thing I took away that time 

when we made 

that promise... 

Remember? 

Look

Here 

It’s a bit mucky but 

it’s here 

Here

have it 

No honestly 

take it 

Good.

Now you know 

forever 

and never 

enough time, it seems... 

But look at all of it now!

Nothing but 

time 

it seems. Good. 

It’s good

Good!! 

--- z.j.m