Archive for the ‘Uncategorized’ Category

Lifts you off

Posted: March 13, 2014 in Uncategorized

OCD 

by Neil Hilborn 

The first time I saw her…
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I’m thinking:
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips..
Or the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek.
I knew I had to talk to her.
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds.
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going.
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or fucking talking to her…
But she loved it.
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times if it was Wednesday.
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk.
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely locked the door eighteen times.
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked
when she talked;
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off.
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her.
Some mornings I’d start kissing her goodbye but she’d just leave cause I was
just making her late for work…
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking…
When she said she loved me her mouth was a straight line.
She told me that I was taking up too much of her time.
Last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place.
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but…
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touched her?
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t.
I can’t – I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her.
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars…
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel..
How she turns shower knobs like she’s opening a safe.
How she blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out…
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her.
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once — he doesn’t care if it’s perfect!
I want her back so bad…
I leave the door unlocked.
I leave the lights on.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=vnKZ4pdSU-s

 

This is a poem by an obsessive-compulsive person’s, love and for a lady. This poem just left me breathless, his emotions flowing into the repetitive words and the vivid definition of the lady’s actions that made him fall in love.

 

This poem rang my bell because even though how obsessive-compulsive he may be on turning off lights and closing and double-locking the door at night, when the love of his life left him, he left the door open and the lights on. He disregarded his disorder or simply his love incapacitated himself from being dysfunctional.

 

Burns for the joy of it

Posted: March 12, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

Soar
by Kelly Athena
You are the universeNo need to rehearseJump out of your chairTuck flowers in your hairLeap high in the airwith dazzle and flairSoar like a birdthat has never heardthe word “no”Just let go!

This poem gives a very light emotion. It encourages living happy, to heighten one’s ego, to never say “no”. It gives me a very happy feeling as if to lift me off the ground.

 The words used in the poem are very light and easily understood, it seems to move away from stress and make the reader feel light. 

Hurt

Hateful words.

Understood silence. 

Raw emotions. 

Trapped inside.

 

This four-line poem evokes a lot of emotions. The first line “Hateful words”, when I’ve read it bad words start firing up in my mind. “Understood silence” makes me feel that awkward uncomfortable feeling I have being in the same room with the person I strongly dislike.

This poem lives beautifully in your mind winding up emotions then ends suddenly with a line describing it all.

Hits you with a brick

Posted: March 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

Old man from peru

 

There was an old man from Peru
who dreamed he was eating his shoe.
When he woke in a fright
in the dark of the night
he found it was perfectly true.”

 

You may think that this story’s absurd
but there is more to the tale that I heard.
He had skipped all his meals
with a healthy-food feel
and filled up on only desert!

Now a man who eats nothing but sweets
will get hungry again while he sleeps.
So with nothing to do
he tried gnawing his shoe
and woke again hungry and mean.

The lesson I’m trying to teach
is to eat all your veggies and beets.
What a shame it would be
to end up like he
and awake with a shoe in your teeth!

This poem definitely has a surprising ending which is to teach children a lesson to eat their vegetables.

As it may sound silly and wayward at first, the latter part definitely “hits you (If you particularly dislike vegetables) with a brick”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Travisti RipleyDetails |  

Drowning by Aruna Dinakharna 2014

 

Heavy iron anchor,
Weighing me down.
The pounding in my ear
Slowly surrounds me in darkness
A darkness that drowns me.

 

The poet describes the horrible experience of drowning in the deep. Instead of giving a horrible description on how his lungs explode and his brain dies out of lack of oxygen, the poet describes the surroundings with beauty. Using subtle words like “slowly surrounds”, “darkness that drowns me”.

 

It gives a solemn and peaceful mood of the poet as he dies in and sinks into the abyss of the ocean.

 

 

 

NEGUS 2008

 

I am dying

 

You’re giving me disease,
And it’s burning to my core.
Get in my mind, come on, 
Look deep down and find
My heart is slowly stopping.
You’re killing me,
You murderer. 

Source: I Am Dying, Poem about Nature http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/i-am-dying#ixzz2uRNkLPmW 
Family Friend Poems 

 

This is a poem about nature. It is not new to us that nature is slowly dying it is ever slowly decaying because of humans. This poem is news and stays news because it continues to be a truth up to now even if it was written years ago.

 

 

Purges pity and terror

Posted: March 7, 2014 in Uncategorized

Ears of the dagger point; 
Eyes of the fire burn, 
Lips of the ruby blood; 
The wretched elf comes.

Cold of the frozen soul; 
A mind of the sinister kind, 
Hands of a killer be; 
The wretched elf comes.

Skin brighter than white; 
Hair darker than night, 
Teeth yellow as rotten flesh; 
The wretched elf comes.

Pain in the heart; 
Loss of the mind, 
Freezing of the lungs; 
The wretched elf comes.

Body gone cold; 
Soul gone to dust, 
Death is to me; 
As the wretched elf comes.

 

This poem is of unknown origin, it was found in the latter part of the 1500’s in a small box hidden under a loose floor board in the Library of the Grey, located within Nyermersys. It is said that the poem was written about the Eophyrhim dark elves around the time of the Sarvonian Wars, it is also supposed to be a possibility that the poem refers to Queprur, the Goddess of Death herself. Other than that it is a mystery to the meaning of these words. The parchment was quite damaged when found but luckily just about readable.

 

This poem inspires horror as it describes in detail the terrifying characteristics of the Goddess of Death that has come upon him. 

e.e. cummings – [l(a]

 

l(a

le

af

fa

ll

s)

one

l

iness

 

This poem, to some, may not even seem like a poem at all. It is like a visual art. It’s fascinating because it exists outside of the aural dimension that is usually associated with poetry. If we just look at the poem, it makes no sense but it takes analysis and imagination to understand it.

                The words that we can get from the poem are “a leaf falls” and “loneliness”. The words “a leaf falls” is embedded within the word “loneliness” which suggests that a leaf falling can show loneliness. This interpretation cannot be made if the poem was written in an ordinary manner and without the visual arrangement.

 

 

 

 

Source:

Cummings, E.e. “[l(a].” A Poem a Day. N.p., 19 June 2011. Web. 31 Jan. 2014