Staircase Memoirs
by p.b. wells
I was the spine of the house,
the hard crooked backbone
holding up all their velvet, silver,
manners, promises,
and the rot underneath.
they wore polished shoes here.
they came up my steps smelling of cologne,
cigars, brandy,
roses pinned to black coats,
powder on the throats of women
who had already learned
how to smile while dying inside.
I heard the formal dinners below.
the crystal clinked.
the knives flashed.
the laughter rose in careful little bursts
like trained birds.
then came the talk.
Land. Money. Politics. Marriage.
who was sleeping with whom.
who was failing.
who was drinking too much.
who would inherit.
who had become an embarrassment
and needed to be sent away quietly.
every family has its little songs of murder.
most of them never need a knife.
there were weddings here too.
flowers, lace, candles,
a trembling bride on my landing
about to walk down and hand herself over
like a signed receipt.
Riding the freeway
in morning rush hour.
Everyone is jockeying for position,
nudging their bumpers forward,
trying to go faster.
I don’t know why people rush
to places they complain about
the moment they arrive.
The cars all seemed shinny and new
most looked and probably were very
expensive. I've never really understood
the need to spend enormous amounts
of money on cars, when they all seemed
to serve the same basic functions.
I figure if you are making lots of money
you have a greater need to spend it
otherwise, what's the point of making it.
The suburbs were filled with sorry saps
that felt this way. It just made me kind
of sad.
So, I dropped off the freeway
into the mountains.
The road coils hard,
unbelievable curves and turns,
drop‑offs that could kill you
instantly.
A grasshopper hits my fairing,
stunned, clinging to the plastic
like it’s the only solid thing
left in the world.
He reminds me of the people
who live in these mountains,
holding tight to their guns,
bibles,
It Will Be Okay by PrettiestPhotography, literature
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It Will Be Okay
Suddenly I start to see what freedom means to me
Suddenly I start to see the big change so I'm free
Sudden I understand Life in his all but tears also fall
Suddenly I find peace and I hear sudden the Angels call
I start to believe ,I start to see and wonder why reality
Why the reality actually is breathing so very heavy
I hope now I wish and I pray for a better brighter day
I hope no I start finally to see you are more different as me
Finally I feel the happiness because now I can finally also see
So I close my eyes I pray asking for help is always to me okay
Because asking help well I find peace in when I love to pray
I find peace so the negativity find never to me his best way
Because I know not today ,not tomorrow in the end it will be okay
Jill
Within silence is hidden so many more
Within silence I find always a new door
Within silence the new world dances
Within silence the hurt always glances
Within freedom a new world shall arrive
Within the Light I always love my new life
It will be alright so I count from one to five
I'm sometimes very tired of worry or strife
So I listen to my happy music that for sure
Music is for me always the key the cure
The cure to old endings and a new beginning
Within a fight peace ,Love ,Light is winning
They always win from the voices in mind
Because Humanity is Lost but I will find
I will find always a reason why and the key
I find today the right key how to live free
Jill
So Thankful I Love My Life by PrettiestPhotography, literature
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So Thankful I Love My Life
Thankful for the freedom within mind
Thankful for happiness I love to find
Thankful for everything I did left behind
Thankful because I'm one in human kind
Happiness I find deep within so I find sin
Ready now because I hear the voice within
Thankful for memories I daily like to share
Thankful for every new day because I care
Thankful for myself and you will be there
Happiness is never far away so I not fear
I don't fear to cry another tear over you
Because very soon a little smile I find too
The skies become more blue and also bright
Thankful I don't have anymore to fight
Thankful for the tears in eyes, for goodbyes
Because sometimes if my heart also cries
Another lonely soul in silence slowly dies
So I'm thankful because I feel I'm now alive
I'm grateful because today I just love my life
Jill
My head is
bent in sorrow and
aches with agonizing pain.
Images of the daily horrors
of this world are embedded
deep within my brain.
Shall it never pass?
Should it all be ignored?
My visions of honor, valor
and virtue have fallen
into a pit
Only to be crushed
beneath a hardening tomb
of earth and shattered memory.
My heart has grown weary
It strains and torments me
with every beat.
A flash of lives that frolicked
unaware or unconcerned of
the impending storms
Beneath monstrous
gray clouds set to
explode
When it’s all extinguished
Who will be left to remember?
Perhaps there will come a gentle
rain that will awaken us from our
slumber and cleanse us of the dust
and decay.
The universe stripped away its own skin,
to reveal its message written in light:
a prophecy spoken in gamma rays,
a proclamation spoken through the death
throes of the stars.
Which proclaims:
There shall arise one
made from the dust of everyday material,
born from the violence of a supernova,
sewn from stray photons
and the lingering wrath of extinguished stars.
One, shivering and luminous,
who shall march across the void,
illuminating the darkness with
their flames, stamping the tapestry
of reality with their signature.
The universe will see them all
at once, for the flame sees its
rebels.
And the universe speaks again,
with the voice of the sun freed:
Do not submit to an orbit.
Do not kneel to gravity’s demands.
Do not bend before the tyranny
of planetary pettiness.
Do not tear reality with your fiery fists
and declare it a masterpiece.
You will carve yourself into the very
architecture of reality, dark matter
Until even the stars tremble with
confusion.
Do not rise
[DEVIATION]
Restless feelings many deep inside
But me? I step towards Light
With heavenly skies I find pride
With warm days and a cold night
Restless feelings take away my breath
I want to breath in and breath out
Some of us wake up in eternal death
Me? I'm gonna make this world proud
I want to forget what it is all about
The sun I find in blue skies of pure gold
I burn slowly and tired I feel everyday
I turn towards Light and I feel okay
Restless feelings and a restless mind
You never understand me you are blind
Blind for my love that I feel for you
Restless feelings and colors of hue
They burn and deeply burn through
But you know what my friend I love you
You are the loyalty I can never find
You are the freedom within mind
That is why I cherish you very dear
You are my friend and fill my heart with cheer
Jill
Dedicated to @Anaflowerheart
All Is Meant To Be by PrettiestPhotography, literature
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All Is Meant To Be
Today I miss you forever
Today I feel very clever
Today I feel very upset
Today I'm very mad
Because I feel very bad
The moments I miss you
A smile breaks through
Good times we've had
But I walk on my path
I remember sudden that
I ask for forgiveness
The world is a mess it is
Quiet in my comfort clothes
The world is a fool I suppose
The world carries my heart
I find sudden a new start
Because somehow a part
A part of me wants to be free
I know now in life all is meant to be
Jill
Light and Love by PrettiestPhotography, literature
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Light and Love
Hopeful is a feather of Light
Hopeful is having you by my side
Hopeful is being powerful I know
Hopeful ,full of faith I let it go
Dreams I chase them in heart
Love I guess stays always a part
Hopeful I remind myself of you
A Light shines sudden through
Music is the key so I close eyes
I close my eyes for all the lies
Hidden and soon I also find
Memories appear within mind
Tears I cry because I for sure miss
How it with you always was
I take life now as how it really is
Sometimes I raise also my glas
I raise my glas once upon a time
Full with memories I create
Something with Love, and Faith
Nothing comes in life too late
Everything appears right on time
Within freedom I write a rhyme
Within freedom I look up above
Within Light I also find always love
Jill
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