poems

[pudmuddle]

I'll just post them on this thread from now on, whenever I happen to dig one up. This one was written several years ago.

For Rhonda
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The death of a friend
is like the sky falling down upon my shoulders in waves
to splinter into tiny fragments
that pierce me through and though
with the knowledge of my own mortality

When I've finally buried my emotions
and numbed my mind
When I think I've escaped the pain
It takes me by surprise
and shakes me when I least expect it

I know she's smiling down
from somewhere above and beyond
and we should be happy

But the death of a friend stuns us
with the knowledge of time wasted
sorting petty annoyances
while turning a cold shoulder to our Creator

Forces us to look around
and reach out to each other

Because within this brief flicker of human existance
there are precious few moments
for us to pass along
the tiny fragments of God's grace
that we have allowed ourselves to recieve

But you never did anything half-way Rhonda
and thanks for the reminder

 

[oncewaslost]

aw, sad. thanks for sharing!

 

[Pharoah Monch]

My soul's been crippled
How am I supposed to run into the hands of my Father

I used to have two shotguns
But they both hated daddy
I had hands and arms
And my fingers showed promised
I saw colors in the dark
But the hue was so blinding
I think I poked my own eyes out
With two dull knives

And, I've been asking for a comma
Maybe to calm my mind
Then reality hits me in the chest
Its skin-shattering blow I'll never forget
I've been meaning to climb up
But the load is too heavy
My old man died yesterday
And I haven't seen him since last century

What day is today?
Is it still Wednesday
Because the sky still looks orange
And the sadness still lingers
Like a forgotten little girl
Holding her mommy's hand
But I'm not your mother
So please, get away from my head

My soul's been crippled
That's why I tote boxcutters
I need to defend myself
From the world outside my own mind
Because it hurts in one side
And it makes me feel so worthless
No one calls me on the phone
Or at least writes me something

My soul's been crippled
I hope I'm well when I meet you
Tell God if He could, please, help me
It's so lonely the walls reject me
And so do they....

 

[pudmuddle]

Bitttersweet (a love poem)
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I swore I'd wait forever
and see the world first
So I grew to enjoy the pain
Pressed it down inside
just to make it hurt
Gone
you made a good excuse
not to go on
But one day I look up
and you turn around
with torn and ragged strands
of my soul
trailing from your hands
Just laugh
and I'd gladly die
clutching my bleak and bitter memories
But oh, sweet agony
Your tears flow
their salty taste turning sweet the bitter
washing clean the festering wounds
I sigh
for there's no where to run
and it's so hard to hurt now