The sting of disappointment,

buries itself deep

It’s a shock of reality,

that makes your dreams feel cheap.

It lingers in your heart,

long after it is transpires

It makes your mind feverishly burn,

with unmet desires.

Disappointment knocks you down,

an inch at a time

Until other hopes and dreams,

sadly move aside.

It diminishes all but a small hope so dear,

that maybe

just maybe,

the disappointment will disappear.

how far

to the left

to the right

do i have to stand

in order to be heard ?

I eat as they do.

Only to satisfy their expectations.

I pray as they do.

Only to satisfy their hunger.

I say as they say.

Only to satisfy their ears.

I do as I do.

Only in secret.

I pray as I do.

Only in solitude.

I say as I say.

Only at a distance.

The night is empty but for the brightest star,

I reach to find, get out of my car

And slide like ice that’s on the ground

Melting on coals, a thick strange sound--

Plop--my feet in the air and arms

On the floor, my eyes on the ceiling,

The sky, I see it’s dark tonight

And wind and fire all alight.

My eyes go wide,

as I look around.

I woul have cried,

if I could make a sound.

Fear grips me,

and it won't release.

This is how it will always be,

I can't find peace.

I begin to shake,

and voices swirl.

This is more then I can take.

My thoughts start to wirl.

To late, he's here.

He is my bully.

Laughs come from people near,

ready to see him torture me.

But one person doesn't giggle.

She stands by my side.

This is my signal,

for my fear to slide.

I look at my reflection, 

and pick out every single imperfection.

I don’t see me,

I see a girl who is afraid,

she doesn’t know who she is

when she looks me in the eyes

her eyes,

opened wide, 

so blue, 

so bright, 

but now they’re out of place

because their colour contradicts

the emotions they depict.

I see every freckle on her face.

I frown,

they’re out of place.

I look away, 

I look again, 

it’s surely a mistake, it can’t be out of place... 

There isn’t a pattern - no design,

not a hint of reason

no rhyme.

The worlds a mess,

that’s just the face I’ve been assigned

I look away, I look again 

there, and there again - 

look,

it’s out of place.

The nose.

The ears.

The mouth.

The chin.

Where the fuck do I begin?

They don’t show you who I am,

they don’t show you what’s within.

I look away.

I don’t want to look again. 

#poetry

Footprints are echoes in the ground.

They stretch themselves out and repeat

Incessantly, until they become annoying.

Echoes like the ones in caves.

I never thought an imprint could make a sound

But every sad boot trail I see screams defeat.

Forget the wails of the dead, quit trying

To remember those who wish to be in graves.

Creation is a miracle

One we cannot explain

But when we reach the pinnacle

All we will have left is pain.

Do not try to cull

The fruits of Imagination Plain

The boots of Uncle

Sam leave traces on my brain.

Poetry is not dead

Any more than I

As much as I wish I was

Poetry keeps me alive.

I don’t know what you’d call this form of verse

Stuff it in your literary purse.

I rhyme at times

But mostly not.

Stardust falls

as the darkness calls,

and no one's here to save me.

So life stalls

as all my walls

come crumbling down around me.

1st Place:

OneVoice- Disappointment

2nd Place:

alexis6- falling apart

3rd Place:

Poethetic- Beware of me, my love

It has been my honor to read all 51 entries- 3 times each.

“The talent on the Prose-

from the “New and Young” is outstanding!

Thank you to everyone who participated in this challenge.

It warms my heart to know, poetry lives on-”

~ Benz

#Winners—NewandYoungChallenge:NotBasedOnLikes-

She walks through a passage

Far across a meadow

Valiant,assured and valorous

The skylight shapes a shadow.

In a desire to accomplish an oath

her vision enlightens and she floats.

The dusk appears when the sun falls

Her soul’s endured and the fear enrolls.

Just like the wind blows,

She stumbles but flows

A melody she feels to sing

In the skylight where the moon’s still.

And the stars show a way more shining

for the approval of the night blinding.

She walks the night all alone

Unescorted by her family,friends or

anything that could be called a home.

And she goes on and on and on

further in the skylight of the rising dawn.