My Glass Of TearsIt's sad, you know.My Glass Of Tears22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Quite dreadfully so.
I don't know what,
And that itself is sad but-
I like to think,
That the reason rests on a brink.
The brink of a glass.
And the water it has-
Is made of my tears,
That sink slowly like my fears.
Slowly... Slowly like my fright.
Yet, unlike them, the tears shine bright.
They look so deceptively pure,
Almost like the incurable's cure.
Yet, I still wish them to disappear,
Dispite how they've been collecting all year.
It makes me feel almost guilty,
And I wonder if I deserve a guilotine.
I could make it all go away,
If I just empty it today.
Do I want it to leave?
Do I... Do I want this reprieve?
Would you swallow it whole?
Or would you keep the hole?
However, I'll still take the glass with my hand,
Despite the salty taste, simillar to sea sand,
I will still drink it all,
And when I'm done, I'll let the glass fall.
It will shatter on the cold floor,
It okay though, because I don't feel so bad anymore.
Alcoholic Casino Christmas Endless bottles of wine drown out sadness and sorrowAlcoholic Casino Christmas 11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Around me. When you work in a casino on Christmas,
Holidays are really just another tomorrow.
Employees slaving away there like me, though,
Still get to enjoy some mistletoe kisses.
Endless bottles of wine drown out sadness and sorrow
Of single people everywhere with nowhere else to go.
They cry onto keno cards and murmur all their wishes
That holidays aren't really just another tomorrow.
The stench of cigarettes and alcohol with the glow
Of slot machines and neon signs almost makes the mixes
With endless bottles of wine that drown out sadness and sorrow
Seem normal. My pity for these poor people, it does grow
And clash with my professional mood. Ignorant bliss is:
"Holidays are really just another tomorrow."
I don't want to believe that these people are so
Alone. While working at a casino, single guests see it like this:
Endless bottles o
Human"Human" was never very easyHuman13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
It was a burden to my mind
I dodged it though it chased me
Though it sometimes acted kind
All "human" meant was pain
Was sorrow and loss and blood
"Human" was sun, but also rain
And rain always meant a flood
But I see "human" is more
Is hopes and dreams and care
My scars fade, no longer sore
And I "human" as much as I dare
A decade of "inhuman" rusts me
I am chipped and lifeless and inert
But this "human" is setting me free
And brings love to let free the hurt
I never knew I was missing parts
Choking my feelings as they arose
But now I see "human" means "hearts"
And I like the way this feeling flows
It's been so long since I felt okay
Since I wasn't lost and faded
But this warmth, this light of day
Makes up for living hated
Repetition RenovationsUncontrolled mold of a household.Repetition Renovations15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
They lean in to eavesdrop on the midst of the fold.
They're focused, coordinated. So plugged in. Light veins about to be holed
In by the invasive, abrasive, pervasive nature of the cold
In these black branches, black craters and black sprayers
Trapped in the production of immeasurable layers.
You think you know.
You praise the coat with shining lights
Yet the paint is too warm for Friday nights
Plowing through the weekends below.
You think I know?
My nervous investment service is out of service
But one return for your input is certain:
The FrigidA trail of twinkling city lightsThe Frigid15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
The land where my fancies take flight
And soar across hazy hues of neon
When to dreamland folk are gone
I step into their dreams to peak
What their concrete hearts seek
In their unconsciousness of purity
I just wake up with new found surety
I'll never find the truth of life
The sense and reason of the strife
Its far too bright in the city night
The darkness within obscures my sight
As mine as theirs and the falsehood
That their whole lives withstood
But those who learn the emotional game
Receive fame,accolades and acclaim
And I look up at the sparkling city lights
The sparkle seems a lot less bright
The lights are just a facade to allure
To all the vice, the sin and all impure
And its an eternal epitome of falsity
With our souls and hearts in complicity
Now our lives belong to this frigidity
Yearning for warmth and simplicity
NightmareEverything is a grey washNightmare6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Shadows carpet the floor
I call your name in the darkness
I gently push the door
I know this far too well
I already know the way
This sinking feeling of dread inside me
Tells me run, but compells me to stay
Down a darkened hall way
A small sliver of light
My heart gives a small relief
I think that youre alright
I say your name again
With almost a laugh in my voice
I cross the threshold and freeze
And suddenly I know your choice
I lurch to you
But youre so cold
Face down on the floor
I just cant get a read on you
Youre not breathing anymore
I try and try and try again
I scream and cry for help
Stroking your hair,
My lips meet yours
I try and give you breath
There's nothing I can do
I'm alone uselessly trying to help you
When I know youre gone
I hold you , tears running down my face
I wake up sobbing
SecretsSecretsSecrets1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Falling leaves are blown away by the strong wind.
I really don't know what to do, what to feel or think.
My deepest secrets are all revealed by now,
I still have no idea when, where, why and how.
But it don't matter, just leave me behind,
I'll find a new miracle anyway dead or alive.
This miracle will be my new secret,
And I won't tell it, I close my mouth till I'll be dead.
Look at us now, this is what I didn't want to see,
Now look at us and tell me darling, who we used to be.
'Cause I can't see the old face of mine,
Maybe it faded away just like the old time
When we were sitting under a cherry tree...
In my life I've never been that free...
Where has the time gone now?
Why can't we just sit down?
All I want is a last kiss and a farewell word
About how beautiful is this fake world.
Internals (Poem)InternalsInternals (Poem)1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
My mind is a formless cavern
I wander through it, lost, curious
But through the black, I sense a pattern
And the thoughts press outward, furious
Stress, anxiety, loathing, trepidation
I look upon the shifting axons, nausea
Images and memories vex me, provocation
One word at the forefront: dysphoria
I am not who I am that I should be
I feel an emptiness in me, disconnected
Like my innermost soul is a stranger
When in the mirror my face I see, inspect it
And inside she cries out, freedom, don't change her!
On the outside of this maestrom conflict
The waves of dissonant judgments erode me
Other loves in my life turn away, leave it
And their toxin words burn at resolve, corroding
Then a light whisks it all away...
The fury in my conscious disintegrates
In its place remains the quietest calm
And as I feel the anxious sate, disseminate
I wonder at how this strength has fallen on
Then I feel them, not uncertain, confident
Arms wrapped closely, keeping me fighting
I let their warmth
Season of Love`Tis a time to love; to give,Season of Love3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Don't care much to receive.
`Tis a time to smile; to live,
No matter if I believe.
Christmas is time with family,
Time to laugh; time to play.
The season to set a smile free.
To pack the year into one day.
With luck it might snow,
Blanketting the world in white.
Spending comfort, letting me know,
Love is in the air tonight.
© Jerry Langdon 2015
Self PortraitI'm told I'm the lightSelf Portrait12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
And yet the tears are endless
The white, weeping Dove
Pain in heart and blood on breast
Why, why do I love so much?
The Lonely Girl and the Music Box of HopeA young girl walks alone,The Lonely Girl and the Music Box of Hope15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
down an empty road.
A music box plays unending,
a song in a forgotten code.
Each step brings her further,
away from the place she once knew.
She used to be happy....
But now doesn't know what else to do.
Sad and abandoned,
with no one else in sight.
She follows the setting sun.
The only source of light.
Ruins of the past remain,
papers scattered on the ground.
She may not really be lost,
but she desperately wishes to be found.
A girl with only her music box,
as a means to keep her sane.
She cannot bring herself to cry,
nor can she feel pain.
Left cold and empty,
after a terrible event.
A single thought never leaves her head.
The mission on which she was sent.
With one word she was ordered,
and that was all she needed to obey.
She had no right to object,
and nothing more to say.
Wandering in twilight,
the melody keeps her moving.
Her fragile body weakened,
with no signs of improving.
Rubble surrounds this young lass.
The remnants of the town.
Though she moves f
ElationA dash of grave importance serves a time capsuleElation10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
On a meal of lively humility.
Past god unknowning, gnawing on the drive
To steps to the blue ringing, bells hounding
As breaths of green underneath is pounding
In the veins of ego.
A powered blood pump goes
And knocks on the door of the shackles
To be welcomed by visibility.