Sweet Bliss
This is an elaboration on my entry for Prose Challenge #26 which only allowed up to ten words.
Her breath in my ear
Nibbling my lobe
I'm melting
Pulling her close
Wanting to crawl
Under her skin
Bodies entwined
Fevered passion
Builds to this
Passionate kisses
Melding bodies, heart, mind
Culminating in sweet bliss
Solitude
Alone with my thoughts
Alone in my home
Alone outside,
Alone in my bed.
No one to talk to,
They all went away
No one comes here
I'm too far away.
While others crave the time alone,
I have so much love and compassion
To share with those who have none.
Being alone is killing my heart,
When one who loves hasn't anyone else
Just where can one start?
Everyone I ever loved is gone now, so
Being alone is not so wonderful after all.
If I didn't hate being told what to do so much
I'd go become a Nun.
Hate it but it’s true
It's hard,
Life —begins and ends at random
Tragedies follow celebrations
Winter comes before Spring
Sometimes death precedes birth
We mourn, we laugh, we fear, we hope
Bathing our hands with hot tears
Spending our days abed shunning the sun
The medley goes on, revealed per second
Beneath a moonless sky we rush
We sing, we pray
nothing works
It's hard
We lose ourselves pleasing bosses
Convincing our sons
To work the hardest
Defacing our daughters with paint and brushes
Instilling unto them vapid values
Look at them—they stand unclad on platforms
Line up rigidly like Russian soldiers
Their feet platforms too!
Their parched lips thick with pink and red rouge
Their ridged ribs mocking long costly gowns
Diamonds winking on their necks as though to say;
Pageants! Oh – O how sullen do they seem!
Their eyes sparkle salad, their thighs sticky thin
Angels —they call them,
But oh! Inside that stick is a demented little girl
Longing to breakout in a song,
Yearning to twirl around amid a field of lilies
Wondering if she could ever lay her hand on a burger,
Just like her friend Jill does
Hoping to careless about what she eats and how her hair looks
Aye! Life is a game that must be played
Life, goes on, it's hardness unremitting
Fickle, fickle it alters, quick!
Swaying like the hands of the pendulum
Today we see children drowning in the Aegean Sea
We riot wringing our hands
Spitting fiery discourse, like fireflies we buzz in a whim
Unsure of what we're standing for
Why were hot with anger
Why we are indifferent at times
But we chime obscenities anyway
Because our neighbor Peter is doing so
And so we yell
They mustn't come here
We clamor, but, in truth—tomorrow it could be we – no, it can't be!
We ascertain ourselves as if we know for a fact
We feel invincible for the moment
For its in our suits to be so
O, how shameful!
It seems we've learned nothing from Ancient Rome
We learned nothing from The Third Reich!
No, they mustn't come here, they must fight
Besides, they will sully our children's children,
Meddle with our beliefs and what not!
O, but how our eyes are yoked with haze
We pray for tomorrow,
In fact, we love tomorrow, fairly often do we utter
With conviction 'tomorrow' as if we know
For a fact that it'll come
Let there be a reminder that for some, tomorrow shall never be!
Some would never wake to see it dawns
That's just a cruel fact
I'd be cautious of that word if I were you
And also bear in mind that
Tomorrow's hope is today's failure
Others begin and begin again
Whilst most wait for Fridays to click glasses
And pop bottles
We burn our eyes before the tv,
Purge our insecurities online
Cursing others
We so vain
No, we're in pain
And suspense remains at hand
We're lost, —lost a game we never begun
And those that did so have run out of steam
We watch them smolder
No sooner do we rush to their side do they demand tranquilizers,
capsules and needles
Addiction!
We heal our souls with medicine
Fully aware that the pain in us is beyond our reach
Yet we clutch a bottle of Valium, Ibuprofen or Motrin PM —anyway
We say we can't sleep!
Yet we spend most of our nights keeping up with E-online and every other segment to keep-up with
Why are we existing, instead of living?
Then we stand in awe when Men killing Men
Yet we keep our deepest fears beneath
The mask of thousands pills,
Beer bottles,
Make-up and credit expenditures
—Why?
No more do we love for love
Or its purity
But we love to obtain status and things
Recognition weighs more than friendship
We value materials more than our children
Guns in our bosom
Let's defend
What really? If a man or a woman
Understands the meaning of his or her being here
Wicked ways would vacate the world!
Take this and think in earnest
Live, love and repeat
Everyday!
Sir Newton
Once upon a time, a shoe cobbler received an invitation to a world class exhibition.
He spent many hours in his workshop making shoes unlike the world as ever seen.
"There is no way I won't win", he said assuring himself.
When his work was completed, he bought a new suit and a classic shoe.
Very happy and high spirited, he arrived to the august occasion in style. In his brown suitcase were the classic shoes, he had made, Everyone who had to present their piece had to wait on a long queue.
Finally, the cobbler was to present his classic shoes. After his breath taking speech and presentation, the judges were stunned and speechless, except one.
"Excuse me sir, what is the name of the shoe you are wearing."
The cobbler replied,"Alberto Fermani"
Immediately, cheering crowd became silent.
"Here are shoes unlike the world as ever seen. How do you expect us to fund the making of these shoes when you don't believe in them? Sir, what does that make you?"
The cobbler replied,"a coward"
That day, the cobbler went home with a sad and regretful face,
for he had failed a great test.
THE END.
It’s For The Best
What do you think it means to love someone?
Because honestly, I’m not sure.
It’s so hard to differentiate between what’s real and what’s not.
At first, you feel like you’re on fire in the best way possible, with music pounding in your heart. You’re lighter than you’ve ever been. But then, not far into it, you become aware that underneath it all is a heavy uncertainty, and all that’s keeping it from crushing you is a touch, a word, a look – anything – from that person. It’s right above you. You’ve done your best to ignore it your entire life, but there’s something about opening up to someone that makes you acknowledge the shadow. And you panic, until you’re reassured, and the rope holds.
For now.
They’re holding it for you. And they have the power to ruin you, and the worst part is, they don’t even know it. But you do. And so you suffer in this kind-of loneliness.
Is that love?
A purgatory, stuck between hope and despair? Against your better judgement, making a miraculous leap of faith that you can trust them?
There’s so much there to laugh at.
You’re the punchline to the joke that is your situation.
Fuck, I knew we wouldn’t last. But, you were the first I thought could work. I was honest with you. And you couldn’t even give me that in return. When you kissed me, you would look into my eyes and, damn it all to hell, I believed what was in yours.
And, in the end, it was all a lie. Whatever you felt, you brushed off, and left it in the dirt. Behind the concern, beyond the small touches, you were done. You didn’t want to try anymore.
It was just too much effort.
Whatever I added to your life, you didn’t need anymore. It was an experiment, and the results said I wasn’t worth it. You didn’t intentionally hurt me. But I know, and you know, that you could have handled it better.
I tried so hard for you. And I didn’t know, no, I refused to entertain the notion that I was being led on. I wanted to think, even if it was a delusion, that someone wanted me. Who wants to be alone? Who doesn’t want to be desired?
In the end, the cost of believing was too high.
I’m broke.
I don’t know why you couldn’t try for me. Why you just wouldn’t be honest with me and tell me you didn’t want me anymore, that it was okay while it lasted but now that it’s not convenient, it was time for us to go our separate ways. I’m just not good enough for anyone. That’s why I tried to change. But I was wrong to do that. So I’ll just find myself on my own, without help.
I didn’t need you, but damn, I wanted you.
But it’s okay, though I’m not especially consolable. I’m hurt, and I’m weighed down by yet another loss, but I took the rope back from your hands. I’ve realized I need to stop seeking someone to share my burdens with and hold it myself, until I find someone who, piece by piece, makes it easier. Who understands the impacts of what I’m sharing. Who wants to make the shadow smaller.
So, until that very, (but hopefully not) hypothetical day, I’ll put my effort into myself. And I’ll heal. Through the work I have to do.
There’s a lot of answers I need to search for.
You see, I’ve found one already.
Where I went wrong with you was this:
I was dependent on you. Entirely. I believed in the best of you, and I ignored the signs. That’s my fault. I don’t blame you for not wanting to deal with it. It’s for the best.
But, I did everything else right. The rest – that was your fault. You lost me, and I lost what I thought I needed to be. I’m afraid to be alone, but I’m ready to take responsibility for myself. And you know, in the future, I’ll have someone that I can trust. It’ll be in no way perfect, but I won’t be in it alone. We’ll depend on each other, as equals. We’ll fuck up, but we’ll try for each other. And that’s more than I ever had with you.