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Days Go By Days go by as I sit and wait
And try to understand
Lately it’s hard to concentrate
I look down at my shaking hands
If only I knew a reason
Of why things are they way they are
But right now it feels like treason
And all I have are scars
I wish you knew without you
It’s as if a piece of me is missing
But I know not what to do
All I keep doing is wishing
Just know that I am here
If ever you need someone
I wanna get rid of this fear
Cause I know not what will become
Of me and you in each others lives
Right now there’s no such thing
But if over time it still survives
I’ll know we weren’t a fling
Days go by as I sit and wait
Not knowing what to expect
I still wanna be your escape
Cause I still have the outmost respect
EuropeDarkness settled down through the air
voices of homeless children
their misguided wits
an open road of seduction and betrayal
dreadful sorry
intoxication, a nation drunk on rights
these are the adjustments
harsh mountain winters
hounding Nazi sporting officials
Poison of a whole city
Loves RhythmLove is but a pedal
Not a twinkle but the star
Love is not to settle
But completing who you are
Love is but a phrase
Until it's felt deep inside
It sinks in and stays
And does not wish to hide
Love is but a wonder
There's no need to search
It means having no other
And taking it to the church
Love is but a feeling
Like lips upon a kiss
The hearts up for stealing
Rhythm..that's what love is..
The LunaticsWelcome to the padded palace of persons
Whose concept of reality slowly worsens
A bump in the night of continual falls
Bashing their heads against the walls
Blood splatter just doesn’t seem to matter
One patient per room yet constant chatter
It’s a mission in itself to care for these freaks
Always wound and jumpy anything but meek
Sometimes their look is lonesome and sad
But mainly inhumane and psychotically mad
Help us they say, please! please! Help!!
But when no one does they scream fine, Go .... yourself!
They are crazy, uncontrollable and love to throw fits
To scare those out of their wits, they are the lunatics
days go by is great. Lunatics is not nad
Donald wrote: "days go by is great. Lunatics is not nad"
Days Go By has gotten so much praise. I posted it on AuthorsDen and a Poetry group on Facebook and like 8 people either liked it or told me they were really moved by it, I've been totally humbled and surprised.
Please don't think I am a "romantic," but I was deeply touched by your poem, Loves Rhythm.
AtlantisWe believe it existed but we truly don't know
If it was ever here and if so where did it go?
Under the water a disaster overnight
Just the thought of such a thing, oh what a sight!
It was said the people were highly advanced
But clearly the gods had other plans
Their technology way before their era
Massive waves came leaving them in sheer terror
What once was eight we now know as seven
A land once prospered now up in heaven
If it was here it left as quiet as a mantis
So goes the tale of the lost continent of Atlantis
Can't Take That AwayFor every memory we'd like to forget
Is every moment we look upon and regret
We look to the past and sometimes wonder
But we look more to the future, the past we slumber
If we made mistakes they shall not be made again
And If they cannot then let us least pretend
that failure is not an option when it comes to actions
we all know our limits no temptation from factions
Stand your ground and think what you wish
For your mind is your own and your thoughts are your fish
swimming in your head because they have a purpose
Don't wish them out for they are not worthless
If ever you find yourself, reminising thinking back
don't let anyone try to mislead or you or hack
For what you believe is your own and it shall stay
Forever in your mind, your dreams, they can't take that away
The HeartRigid like boards broken and meant to shatter
A heart gives life but other than that to what matter
What purpose does it serve? perhaps a symbol?
Arteries connected but thin and brittle
Just merely a creative representation
A shape to a feeling of the human imagination
A battery for the body which keeps us alive
Metaphorically a target on which the bad thrive
Just as depicted as the so called soul
It's the person not the heart that is in control
We give the heart more of a meaning
Is it not enough that it gives us life by beating?
When it stops we are then sent up above
But as long as we are living it is connected to love..
To Whom It May ConcernI say you coming from a far
Miles away if thats how it shall be put
You had my from the start
But I should have known better
I didnt see your shallow ways
I didnt say your faceless agenda
I only saw promise and hope
I only saw dreams made of clouds
You know the white and puffy
But foolish me realized too late
That I was already in a dream
A dream of you and I
That never was to be
Not how I had invisioned
And all thats become of you
Has taken over me
And all thats left of me
Has been taken over by you
You knew who you were
But I did not..I had no idea
I had no idea of who you were
And you knew nothing of who I was..
But only if you did you'd see
I am still that person
But that doesnt seem to be your concern...
Christmas Time In The CityAlong the busy sidewalks
Where the snow lightly treads
The bell ringers sound in for their charity
A lot or a little all is welcome
The snow continues to fall just right
As many walk up and down the streets
The parks, posts and businesses decked out in lights
Giving that holiday spirit feel right
A horse slowly approaches with a small wagon to give hayrides
A coffee shop on the corner offering free joe in exchange for a sale
As all around gather or pass or make their way
It's a beautiful site, smell and sounds
It's Christmas time in the city
Justin wrote: "EuropeDarkness settled down through the air
voices of homeless children
their misguided wits
an open road of seduction and betrayal
dreadful sorry
intoxication, a nation drunk on rights
the..."
I like this one, Justin..."the demons must look presentable" love that
SoftlySoftly she speaks to me
over the rain falling outside
In bed we lie cuddled close
The only place I want to be
Softly she speaks to me
In her whispering ways
Like a siren singing as such
I hear with no reason to see
Softly she speaks to me
Without a worry about her
I feel safer knowing shes there
A warming feeling of glee
Softly she speaks to me
And tells me to go to sleep
To close my eyes, to dream
a dream so pure and free
Oh how she speaks to me
Knowing I'll hear her words
clear without question, calm
Softly...
Time is DeathAs the clock struck three
He sipped his coffee
Afternoon brew
With nothing else to do
As the clock struck four
He was out the door
Hoped in his car
With plans to go far
As the clock struck five
He no longer felt alive
For work had done him in
So he poured a glass of gin
As the clock struck six
He no longer heard the ticks
The clock no longer heard breath
Because time became death
Stan wrote: "Liked both but especially Time is Death"Thanks Stan, not bad for something I wrote half sleepy lol.
Shattered DreamsA fantasy, A hope, A manifestation
A glimmer, A wonder, A beautiful creation
What broadens horizons and brightens the eyes
Shines way up high and lights up the sky
Like words written in the sand taken away by waves
Thousands of years of culture discovered in lost caves
Climbing to a mountain at it's highest peak
Out of no where strength when thought down and weak
Lifting up spirits when the times get tough
When too much of something is never enough
But what seems simple is not as it's depicted
A burden on the shoulders that cannot be lifted
A blind side with twists and turns
Potential that crashes and burns
And all that was suppose to be isn't what it seems
For the gold is merely bronze broken in shattered dreams
This poem is from the boook "Like A Box of Chocolates" by Justin Bienvenue, All rights reserved. (c).
Emptiness WithinI sat there in the chair
The brown chair with stains
burn marks from god knows what
Staring at a glass filled half way
now my mind began thinking
It's half empty
No it's half full
No it's half empty
because that's the kind of day I'm having
therefore since I feel empty
the glass is half empty
Stepping Into The ParlorHe stepped into the parlor
Where the walls were calling his name
For there was blood on the carpet
But he was not to blame
See he was in here hours before
That much may be true
But the blood was already there
Upon the carpet of blue
He covered his ears for silence
To drown out the chattering voices
This was surely madness
But he had not many choices
So he removed it from it's holster
And pointed it to his head
Then he pulled the trigger
the carpet now stained in red
He stepped into the parlor
Where the walls were calling his name
Because once one enters this parlor
They will never be the same
Justin wrote: "Emptiness WithinI sat there in the chair
The brown chair with stains
burn marks from god knows what
Staring at a glass filled half way
now my mind began thinking
It's half empty
No it's half full..."
Nice. I am stuck by how some people can blog but not write a novel, write poetry but can't do non-fiction. You've shown a wide range of writing ability.
Stan wrote: "Justin wrote: "Emptiness WithinI sat there in the chair
The brown chair with stains
burn marks from god knows what
Staring at a glass filled half way
now my mind began thinking
It's half empty
No..."
Thank You kindly Stan
When She Loved MeShe was not shy at all
To show how she felt
I did all I could
But bad cards were still dealt
I should have seen the signs
But they were not clear
She loved me to the fullest
But also lived in fear
Cupid did his job
but so did the devil
two young souls so in love
but not on the same level
I took her hand as if
to show her the way
but despite my efforts
she decided not to stay
I wish I could have helped her more
But I was all I could be
I gave her all she needed
When she loved me..
Justin wrote: "Stepping Into The ParlorHe stepped into the parlor
Where the walls were calling his name
For there was blood on the carpet
But he was not to blame
See he was in here hours before
That much may b..."
wow i like this , =)
krisus wrote: "Justin wrote: "Stepping Into The ParlorHe stepped into the parlor
Where the walls were calling his name
For there was blood on the carpet
But he was not to blame
See he was in here hours before
..."
Thank you Krisus
Some of my one to two line quote poems..."The silence grew more faint as the loud sounds overwhelmed. That bliss and tranquility was all but over now.."
"She cried and she cried until it hurt her eyes, within a moment nothing felt real or seemed to matter anymore"
"In the distance stood a figure but they all knew better. For all that stood from afar was imagination"
Justin wrote: "Some of my one to two line quote poems..."The silence grew more faint as the loud sounds overwhelmed. That bliss and tranquility was all but over now.."
"She cried and she cried until it hurt h..."
The third one. So good.
Gently the Heart WeepsThere is no soul for those who inflict pain
Divided by substance, damaged in this game
There is no solace, solitude or solution
For what you have done has caused pollution and confusion
One must have no conscience or breathes nonsense
For you must be confident and content but never out of context
Why else would you have done what you did?
The one solid thing in your life in which you got rid
Replaced it with something no where close to what you had
But then again you’re pleased with it and not sad
Order could be restored but it doesn’t seem likely
Especially since it doesn’t faze you, not even slightly
No one should be left in the dust with tears shed
With a heart so broken that all it’s done is bled
Mended only if not fixed up coldly
And if given that chance to never again feel so lonely
There is no way in which the mind tells the heart
To shatter ones love by breaking it apart
The more damage done the deeper the soul seeps
And a key not up for keeps as gently the heart weeps
Song of a SeductressShe parts her luscious lips
and legs slightly while in bed
A gentle touch with her fingertips
The soft moans of Chasity Redd
She satisfies with such ease
That any man can hardly bare
When all she wants to do is please
With no clothes, just laying there
She wants to feel the passion
And is looking for a good time
That ecstatic satisfaction
Oh if only lust were a crime
Then perhaps she’d be locked up
With the key but thrown away
But a drink of nectar from Dionysus’ cup
And suddenly all the more reason to stay
She kisses and bites yours lips
As if she sucks your soul and your dead
While gently running her fingertips
Moaning softly is the seductress Chasity Redd
A poem written in a very unique format.Silence
Silence,
The death,
It lurks around
Looking for any soul
Until it consumes a victim
Nothing can prevent it’s dark destiny
All shall perish upon it’s simple manifestation
It’s creation was that of unfortunate, mysterious events
A plague that searches and stretches causing total devastation
Feeding off the living until they are unbearable and unidentifiable
This is it’s goal, manipulation, seizing power, taking over
So that no human can live nevermind withstand
Nothing can prevent what’s meant to be
And it certainly cannot be avoided
It drains everything it can
No surviving just dying
This is universal
The death,
Silence.
StrandedHere I was stranded. On a raft in the middle of the ocean. My ship, gone. My crew, dead. My sanity, still in tact for now. The problem was my stupid crew thought they knew better then I did and they met their fate. They caused a mutiny and overthrew me but the joke ended up being on them because no sooner did they throw me overboard, a whale destroyed the ship and swallowed them all whole. I hope a ship comes by and rescues me so they can give me a wooden peg cause I ate my left leg.
Mirror, Mirror, MirrorI looked in the mirror and state a name under my breath. I smiled only to realize I was smiling twice, I said the name again. Wow I really look today, I didn’t really do anything different but wow I look good. I look to my left and then to my right then behind me and then focus back on my reflection on the mirror. I say the name one more with a wicked smile before I crack up laughing. Suddenly the lights go out. They come back on and Bloody Mary comes out of the mirror, taking me away.
Feeling of LaughterIt was pitch dark and I couldn’t see a damn thing. The only thing I knew was I was tied to a chair and I wasn’t the only one in there. There were others, lot’s of them, least it sounded like there was. I kept feeling the cold tip of a sharp blade brush across my cheek and against my neck. I also kept hearing the faint sound of maniacal laughter. Suddenly the lights come on, I close and open my eyes to let them adjust. I look around the room, I see are a bunch of clowns with knives.
He said I don’t wish to kill youAs much as I wish to wear you like a hat
Hat wear for me is hard to come by these days
I think you’d make a wonderful cap
A night cap for bedtime like Scrooge wore
Cause my head gets cold at night
Cutting the scalp open like an apple
and draping the skin like a curtain
It’s all in the technique he says
But I don’t feel a thing
I hope he leaves my brain in tact
I’d hate for spillage or leakage
Things are getting fuzzy now
and I feel a draft above
Close the window I say
Slowly I’m losing my mind
He said he left my brain in tact
As he sported his new hat
I said hey that looks familiar
What a lovely and wonderful cap
In honor of National Poetry Month I have three PDF's of poetry free to download off my site all month long. -Like A Box of Chocolates Samplers
-Poetics: Art and a Movement Through the Doors of Perception
-Seasons
*special offer at the end of Samplers and Poetics
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The DuelI stood straight with my focus on high alert. My eyes dead on with the man just a few meters ahead of me. Being left handed, I had my left hand hanging down ready to pick the .44 caliber from it’s holster.
I knew I had to time it just right. The man across from me was said to have the fastest draw in the entire county, key phrase being “said to have” cause boy I was about to prove everyone dead wrong about that.
I reach for my gun, I pull it out and...
(Dead mean don’t tell tales)
The PitI looked straight down into the abyss. It began to change colors going from black to gray then a light gray to a fiery red. It began to morph and alter it’s texture and shape gripping me as my eyes could not look away.
I put both feet together gathering my balance while at the same time not taking my eyes off what was below me. It had my attention despite everything else going on around me.
Bats flew out with moans and screams as fire spued out. My arms made wings as I fell into the pit of hell.
We had gathered the clues and evidence from the last few days. I had come to one conclusion and he had come to another. This wasn’t unusual as we were always reaching different theories and hypothesis’.Just Another Day
The hard part was trying to disprove one another. He was always insistent in being right and I no better, perhaps it was the reason we worked so well together. I explained my theory and he listened intently.
He then explained his case and it wasn’t before long that I gave in proving him to be right. Just typical day for Watson and Holmes.
Like a thirst that calls outto the yearning undead
Like a star in the sky
shining a bit too bright
It’s only sequential
Liberating and essential
But they don’t know
their too primitive
too inadequate
too inept to their own surroundings
Shying away from reality
wandering helplessly in gravity
They are truth
They are heard constantly
Judge them not by choice
Judge them not at all
They mean not to do wrong
They sing their lonesome song
Cry to the helpless
Cry out to the lonely
Feel what you yourself
Have been dying to feel all along
Know what is being spoken
Cerebral suggestions awoken
I am speaking of course of you
the reader to whom you are
you are one if not all these things
and you feel with a passionate drive
But you cannot help your nature
God help us we cannot help our nature..
Barracuda BluesI’d float before I sink into the depths of the sea
I’d give up before I sell out for not being able to be me
I’d sail the ocean blue and feel the winds of change
But would steer clear out of view if for a moment I felt strange
I’d rather gasp for breath and choke on the water
Then slam my self esteem with thoughts of suicide and slaughter
I’d find myself washed ashore with only a dream of getting home
My thoughts sometimes escape me and get lonely as they roam
I’d be terrified of sharks if one was near
Sometimes my perspective on things just isn’t very clear.
I’d be a barracuda though I’m not sure what they do
But they are fierce and strong like me and I don’t want to feel blue..
Wednesday Daily Drabbles:-When the Coffin Closes
-The Endless Harvest
-When Making Love...
-A Drink A Day
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"The Heart of Louisiana" from the series Bourbon, Saints & Voodoo: Poems of New Orleans on Channillo-http://channillo.com/series/bourbon-s...
"Laveau" from the series Bourbon, Saints & Voodoo: Poems of New Orleans on Channillo-http://channillo.com/series/bourbon-s...
Thought I would make a folder where I will be posting my poems and short stories. Most will be poems as I have only a few short stories at the moment but when I write more I will be sure to post those as well.
Hope everyone enjoys!