2018 April Poem-A-Day Challenge
We're ThereAnd so, at last, we've reached the inevitable end,
The Myth of IndependenceYou say "hell is other people.",
Brain WaveFor so long I was stuck,
And Then It Happens
Now follow me on this. You receive a promotion in a job you can honestly say you live for. Then, you meet the man/woman/person/barnyard animal/inanimate object of your dreams and not only is the feeling/biological reaction mutual, but he/she/they/it is available and completely and utterly devoid of any and all psychological baggage. Next, a distant relative whom you've only met once for a few hours, but honestly grew to righteously hate in that short period of time, dies and for some inexplicable reason leaves you their fully stocked and staffed two-hundred room mansion in the mountains, or on the beach, or in the woods ... wherever you would most prefer, the car of your dreams (fill in make, model, year, and options of your choice), and has prepaid all utilities, insurance and repair costs on both for the next century. In addition to all of this, your pet dog/cat/pig/reptile/arachnid/etc. who ran away five years ago returns home after apparently passing obedience school with flying co
Requiem for a Pipe Dream
Everything seemed perfect,
it just all fit into place.
That is, until the day it slowly
blew up in my face.
I should have know much better,
seen it coming from afar,
but we never truly understand
how blinded that we are
by hope and need and every void
we just can't seem to fill.
However much you feed them,
they just get hungrier still.
I'd like to think I've finally learned
this lesson once again,
but I'm sure that I will probably
be back here now and then.
What was I thinking?
and unable to deal
with a foolish illusion
that I thought was real.
A lapse in composure,
a loss of control.
A lifelong anomaly
taking its toll.
And so, at last, we've reached the inevitable end,
the destination we've been chasing all along.
A bittersweet resolution to everything we've done
and now, I guess, it's time to say so long.
The Myth of Independence
You say "hell is other people.",
but where do you think you'd be
if everyone around you
shared your misanthropic view?
in a world of apathy,
what exactly is it
that you think that you could do?
For so long I was stuck,
but then inspiration struck.
I found the right idea, at last
and now I'm on my way.
So That Happened
Just when I thought that it
was over, said and done,
something told me that
it's only just begun.
So I took another shot
and tried with all my might,
I only hope that it's
enough to make things right.
“Hell is other people”,
a wise man once did say
and from where I'm standing,
they can all just go away.
No one is an island,
but I'm damn sure going to try.
They only people I want to know
are me, myself and I.
In the mushy middle
right between loved and despised.
With no distinguishing features,
but potential unrealized.
It leaves no lasting impression,
just emphatic apathy
so all that's left to say
is that there's nothing here to see.
Breaking out of old
and their inherent
until all that's left
to embrace the
to say exactly
I've got to keep on moving,
there's no time to take a break.
If I let up now,
it just might be my last mistake.
I need to take a breath,
but just can't afford to slow.
I've made too little progress
and I've got too far to go.
A survivor of a war
that will never be won
makes its way through the cracks
bent on finding the sun.
The tenacious invader,
Doing all that it can
just to live one more day.
The inevitable inches closer,
slowly stalking me.
Shadowing my every step
and I know that eventually
it's going to catch up with me.
I can not get away
so all that's left to do is live,
while I still can, today.
Spinning out of control,
toward something much worse
than I could have imagined before.
Falling into a hole,
with no way to reverse
my trajectory anymore.
Temptation is drawing me
into where I dare not tread
and what's left of my self-control
hangs on by a fraying thread.
I find myself biding my time
calculating the cost of regret,
and wishing that I could forget.
Would That I Could
I realize I shouldn't,
but I know that I could
and if I did
that it would feel so good.
Yet, I'm also aware
of the pain it would bring
so I'll try to resist,
try to do the right thing.
I'm falling again,
spinning out of control.
I know it's no use
and it will take its toll.
I just wish that I could
keep ahold of my heart
before it's, once again,
torn completely apart.
How in the world could I possibly pick
one, above all others, that does the trick?
An exemplary option that rises above.
I can't, I'd much rather spread the love.
Why should I choose one when each has its strengths
and I connect with them all on different wavelengths?
They're all unique and I will not compare,
ranking them all simply wouldn't seem fair.
In a Safe Place
Behind a tinted window,
a safe distance away,
in armor scratched and dented
from too much time in the fray
and locked inside a bunker
made of steel and thick cement
I watch the world pass by
and wonder where all my time went.
My Brain on Anxiety
there's just nothing to report,
but I could make up something interesting
as a last resort.
Something threatening and dramatic,
just to justify your fears,
thought it probably won't actually
be quite as it appears.
Climbing the wall into a high corner,
the place where it's going to stay
and methodically building its live-in trap,
to patiently wait for its prey.
Eventually, a tell-tale vibration
spreads out through the web to reveal
the too long-awaited arrival
of its soon-to-be mummified meal.
So there I sat, on a bright, sunny day,
with my acoustic, strumming away.
That's when it happened, a change in my luck.
From out of nowhere, tragedy struck.
Just for a moment, I loosened my grip
and from 'twixt my fingers my plectrum did slip.
Into the sound hole to never be found.
Left for all time to just rattle around.
You don't know what you're doing,
there's no way this will end well.
You're in over your head.
I've done it too so I can tell.
You should probably just stop,
you'll save yourself a lot of pain,
but I'm sure you'll carry on
and watch it all go down the drain.
You've already said enough
for me to easily surmise
that what you're offering
just isn't worth the compromise.
You could try a little more
and maybe that would change my mind,
but as it looks right now,
you simply want to rob me blind.