Wherein Dreams Begin: An older poem to offset the gloom

So i managed to scrounge up an older poem of mine that’s of a happier nature than past few that I’ve posted on here, or at least it’s my idea of happier. I’ll let you decide if it’s happy or not. Either way it goes, enjoy the read.

Divergent Thoughts

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Just take a breath and hold it in,
Come join me wherein dreams begin.
Let’s wipe away those daytime tears,
And scare away those nighttime fears.
Just listen to the heart’s soft melody,
Then in this place of magic you’ll be.
The stars over head are the dream’s fresh start,
Each an honest wish of the heart.
There are countless places you can go,
From an ocean beach or a world of snow.
Imagine the beauty you can find,
When your only limit is your mind.
If your heart can dream a place,
It won’t just be a hope to chase.
Simply close those lullaby eyes,
Picture these star dotted skies.
It will be there twinkling on high,
Now take a breath and reach for the sky.
Picture your star’s soft gleam,
Then open those eyes and see your dream.
Come join me wherein dreams begin,
Just take a breath and hold it in.

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Stitches, another poem.

This time it was the song “I Play Dead” by Demon Hunter that got put on loop to draw out the lurking idea for a poem, or in this case putting my feelings into words. I find it somewhat odd that, while I’m usually rather shy, i don’t hesitate at all to throw my emotions out for others to see.

That aside, I hope you enjoy the read

Divergent Thoughts

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Stitches

There are stitches in my heart.
Stitches to keep it from falling apart.
Stitches for wounds that refuse to heal,
Emotional damages i don’t want to feel.
Love bloomed then thrown away,
Leaving wounds that always stay.
Shaking hands bring the needle to flesh
Fragile threads to close a wound so fresh.
Even when those wounds seem only a memory,
The stitches can break, a cruel reminder of how things used to be.
Painful and bleeding as if it were new,
I can only think of one thing to do.
Another set of stitches to stop the blood and the pain,
With bitter tears falling into the new blood stain.

Blind eyes: Another poem

So instead of listening through all the music i have on my computer i decided to just pick one song and loop it till I found an idea that i could draw out from it. “The Beautiful People” by Marilyn Manson was the song i went with, and hopefully you’ll enjoy reading the results.

Divergent Thoughts

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Blind Eyes

They’re open wide, but not seeing a thing.
The blind eyes of a thoughtless man.
He sees not the beauty in front of him,
Nor the tragedy in the world he lives in.
With only thoughts of greed and gain,
His eyes only see the riches he seeks.
With money to spare he spends on a whim,
Buying things of no value beyond cash.
He could buy it all and still never have enough.
For he is rich in the wallet, but poor in the heart.

Shattered Glass: Another older poem

Here’s another old poem of mine while I work at writing something new.  Trying to think of a witty remark to make before this just feels wrong for this poem, so just enjoy the read.

Divergent Thoughts

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Shattered Glass

At each others throats in another fight,
Each one wanting to prove they’re right.
It always seems to go the same,
Just a conflict that has no aim.
She screams about how he drinks,
He yells about how she winks.
Now the accusations are being thrown,
The pent up anger is being shown.
She slaps him hard across the face,
Hearts pound at a furious pace.
He throws her back into the wall,
A glass framed picture starts to fall.
The picture’s smiles drop away,
Along with hopes for a better day.
Watch it drop and hit the ground,
Cringe at that explosive sound.
But they don’t notice the shards fly,
And they don’t hear the child’s cry.

Unsent Letters, a poem

After what feels like an eternity i finally drag something short out of my brain and get it written, and again i have music to thank for getting anything done.  “Rain” By Hollywood Undead being my salvation this time. Anyways, hope you enjoy the read.

Divergent Thoughts

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Unsent Letters

Words that we write on the page,
Things we’re too scared to say.
The truths of our thoughts,
And feelings raw and pure.
All scrawled out on a single letter.
Fear and indecision leave it resting on the desk,
Hesitation to show them everything leaves it still.
In the end the letter is filed away,
Unsent and unread, but the words stay the same.

Dancing in the Snow: An older poem of mine

So here’s another older poem of mine while i try to think of something new. This one is dated 2011 in the folder it’s in, though it feels like it’s much older than that. Anyways, enjoy the read

Divergent Thoughts

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Dancing in the snow

Two lovers spun in a graceful dance midst the falling snow,
Happiness and joy being all that they’d hope to ever know.
They laughed and smiled in sheer delight,
As they danced away that Winter night.
The world keeps spinning and time keeps passing,
Sadly nothing is eternal lasting.
Snow turned to rain as Winter to Spring,
They wondered what the new season would bring.
Time passed and the world spun on,
One found the other gone.
The forlorn lover looked in vain,
And soon his tears became the rain.
Spring turned to Summer and Summer to Fall,
The forlorn’s happiness seemed hidden behind a wall.
Tears of rain became tears of snow,
Though the world will probably never know.
As two lovers spun a graceful dance they didn’t know,
There was sadness in the snow.

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You weren’t expecting a happy poem, were you?

Something to Nothing

Something to Nothing

i loved the way she smiled and loved to hear her laugh.
Even just the sound of her voice could get me high.
It was an ephemeral high that some part of me knew wouldn’t last.
But ever wishful and hopelessly smitten i ignored that painful feeling.
Even as the relationship started to wither in it’s own way i pretended it was all okay.
Ever the hopeless romantic never wanting to let go,
I watched the smiles and bliss turn to a festering sore in my heart.
The love was still there, and the hope for things to get better still burned.
Yet I knew that the dream i had was twisting into a haunting whisper.
The cruel whisper of what i wanted and what would likely never be.
Finally tired of the pain, I took a knife to my heart and mind.
Carving out the feelings that made things hurt,
Then cutting away the dreams that haunted and taunted me.
Where once i had something bright and pure,
Now there is nothing, nothing but the scar to remind me it was real.

No Way Out: A Poem

Just to be clear up front, this poems is not based on how I’m feeling currently. It’s based on feelings that i know far too well.

Divergent Thoughts

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No way out

Living in soul crushing despair,
No way in sight to get out of there.
No path to break free of the dark,
Stuck forever in a world cold and stark.
Happiness is just a tormenting word,
Your laughter is almost never heard.
The misery squeezes at your heart,
So with a bottle of whiskey the drinking starts.
Drinking to drive away the pain,
Every shot another swallow with nothing to gain.
Yet the more you drink the deeper you sink,
Deeper and darker till death is all you think.
A note written to family and friends,
With a razor, a gun, or perhaps a noose; everything ends.

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If this poem matches with how you’re feeling, then i encourage you strongly to seek help. You might not feel like it’s worth the effort, that your existence doesn’t seem worth saving. You might think that you won’t be missed, but there will always be those who would suffer if you die.

Cold Metal Cage, a poem

Cold Metal Cage

As i sit here bound in chains,
i try to remember life before i was locked away
memories so far back are hard to find
while i’m trapped in this frigid prison that freezes my mind
i can vaguely remember once upon a time when the sun felt warm
but now that light burns me and pushes me away
away from the world i long to be in
a world of smiles, joy, and laughter
a world where there could be a happily ever after
But bound so tightly i can’t find a way out
a way out of this depression that smothers my life

Social Anxiety, A poem of sorts

After I showed someone the poem I wrote before this one they suggested writing one on social anxiety, but I said that I was just going to rest and relax instead. So, here’s the poem.

Divergent Thoughts

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Social Anxiety

Such a big crowd,
So many people bustling around.
I can feel their eyes on me,
Those eyes that judge every aspect they can see.
Their voices echoing around me,
So deafening that i can’t hear my own thoughts.
I’m sure some of them are mocking me,
Mocking me without even knowing my name.
They’re all too close,
Like a sea of bodies smothering and crushing me.
Why can’t they all just stay away,
Why can’t they all just leave me alone.
I wish those toxic whispers would stop,
And those judging eyes to look away.
I don’t even remember why i’m here
There are too many sounds,
Too many people.
I wish they would all just leave me alone
Now, i just want to be home