HastyWords's Blog, page 13

AN OLDER ME

I want things

I’ve never wanted

Or didn’t know I did

Peaceful days

Patient people

Comfortable friends

Content nights

Warm arms to

Fall asleep in

Strong arms to

Support my failings

The dreams I had

Died with youth

My older heart

Just wants to rest

And feel loved

GOLDEN VOICE OF SILENCE

Silence sits on the sideline

As the universe passes by

Millions of stars crying blue

Pleading to a heavy moon

And shadows on bended knee

Praying to their own deity

And when the whispering ends

And all the great things say goodbye

Silence will stand with back straight

And use its very golden voice

To speak wisdom into what’s left

SALTWATER FALLS

A mind

Full of stones

Emotion

Like water flows

From feelings

To a heart

Like a waterfall

A whole life lived

Underwater

Until tears

Drain the sea

Leaving

Only pieces

Of bone

As evidence

That every

Last thing

Was felt

SMALL LITTLE TINY SUPERHERO

It gets rusty with all the rain

And the yellows

Just run into brown all day

The pain echos

Inside hallways

Locked away from you

But sometimes

I think you can hear

The ruining

Behind those walls

It’s not as noisy

As you’d think

The death of words

So many slaughtered

Reimagined

And recreated

For consumption

My small way

Of saving the world

From the rust

From the browns

A LOVE STORY

The story

Was torn up

Pages ripped

Thrown into the fire

Too many chapters

Now just ashes

A pile of rubbish

A complicated story

That didn’t know

What it wanted to say

Alrighty then…

New pen

New journal

So many new

Pages to fill

Enter new characters

Wiser choices

Deeper love

Stronger convictions

I can already tell

This story is better

I have gigantic

Bold ambition

And by the end

This story

My life…

Will be

A love story

SUBTLE NIGHTMARES

I’ve been dealing with an especially long bout of nightmares. They don’t bother me really other than I wake up more often and that bothers me eventually. Some are relentless and some just… sneak in and subtly warp things. Like an especially large or evil smile on the face of a loved one. Or my house has an extra door and someone is slowly opening it.

I hope your dreams are better.

The first odd thing

Coming up for air

Slinks around corners

Stealing and draining

Picking at scabs

Like phantoms

Like Santa

Like itchy fingers

Hiding and waiting

Inside smoky dreams

To pull you under

Before you can scream

WAVES OF GRAVITY

A blogging friend passed away before Thanksgiving after a long hard fight with Cancer. He liked this poem I wrote about the life cycle of depression and it seemed a good one to say goodbye with. My prayers of comfort and peace for his wife.

RIP Dennis McHale.

Earth dropped away from feet long gone

No more structure or truth to rely on

I knocked on the doors of a million stars

Begging them to let me in

To light my path, give me a place to begin

But then the stars fell away into a dark sea

And tidal waves of gravity pulled at me

It’s consuming presence began to shove

And I wondered what more I was made of

A part of nothingness, no place to go

My absurd imagination is all I know

My ending soaked up everything

Until I gave into its melancholy flow

And then universe; it began to snow

It snowed new stars giving me light to see

The waves of gravity still pulling at me

Its consuming presence felt like love

And I found out exactly what it was made of

LIKE A TREE

I stand like a tree

Wearing my storms

As the seasons

Break and mend me

Sometimes naked

Vulnerabilities exposed

But many other times

As my rings

Of wisdom grow

I’m a beautiful refuge

Fully clothed

With my strength

And my resiliency

Secretly hidden

Beneath my boughs

MELANCHOLIA

I broke down

In a place

Called Famine

Wishes

On my back

Good intentions

Safely packed

Sacred shrines

Built with

Dry split bones

Line streets

Paved with

Bricks of mold

A hungry place

With liquid teeth

And too many

Stranger things

Upside down

Reciting prayers

Of starving dread

Too many

Inky squids

Writing love letters

To the dead

Not my rodeo

Not my town

Broken down

In a place

Called Famine

No thank you

Call me Jonah

I’d rather die

Inside the belly

Of a whale

Named Nelly

BECAUSE OF LAVA AND FISTS

Rain falls like lava some days

Melts through black and white

Seeps in where agony stays

Burning away all its might

Leaving you with new sight

Wind blows like a fist again

Striking at the daily grind

Shocking away the mundane

Leaving instead a fervent mind

One that’s bolder, more aligned

Whispers speak like truth hopefully

Building a stronger sense of you

Stabilizing all you hold emotionally

Moving under, over, and through

Because of lava and fists you grew