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Cold and Alone

Justin Swerdloff

 

 

Eyes so blue,

They’ll freeze your soul.

Blood full of ice,

A heart of stone –

Cold and alone!

Winter means nothing,

When your gaze can chill.

Deep rooted hate,

A mind unknown –

Cold and alone!

When you feel,

You know it’s real.

When you see,

You believe.

When you hear,

It’s all so clear.

When you taste,

There’s no time to waste.

Eyes so empty,

They’ll break your spirit.

Frozen veins,

Filled with pain.

A heart of stone,

And a mind unknown.

Thoughts of darkness,

When you’re cold and alone!

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Poems by Keith Atkissoon

Another windy day

 

What’s the ocean for but to stare out over

Huddled and cold, my hair blows and twists

Gulls pour up the cliffs, keeping silent today

Some hover and watch me from a distance

Some dive and head out over the crests of waves

Skimming the cold current

They steal my wind

The wind that draws me closer to the edge

Do they see my eyes blurred by tears?

 

The wind blows hard against my face

Reddening my cheeks, I shiver in the cold

Even the breaking waves have gone quiet

A mournful uneasiness over the sand

Is no one laughing today?

I hear nothing but another windy day

 

The whitecaps strum a silent song offshore

Sailboats glide slowly miles away

And while clouds gather, shadows grow long

Then a grey-deadened sea follows the sun

As it continues to vanish past the horizon

Bringing a gull-empty sky and whispering tones of sirens

Who cried the sea?

Was it me?

Not only me, but many more, the many who

Gaze out over the water every day, wishing, hoping, and praying

For the future to come, or for the past to return

To an indifferent sea, it’s just another windy day.

 

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Seeing my friend

 

Not me ,by me

Beside the sweet mist

Me, myself, my thoughts can’t resist

The vision plays out some every day

Is there anybody there? Listen I say

I’m waiting for a friend, a still empty chair

Can see them so clearly, me sitting there

Our voices, the song, and dripping good times

A neverland appears when I open my eyes

Things that aren’t real, rarely surprise

 

I need to go back to what I said before

My beautiful friend never comes through the door

To sit by me, and pay me some mind

Or give me a call, to just take the time

I see what’s there and it’s none of your mind

My friend’s soft words, they remind

Of lives that we lived and loves long ago

Tell each other stories of childhoods ago

 

I am my best friend, the only one I know

The one in the chair?

Their names’ alone

This so special bond, between twilight and dusk

As a stilted connection, and is so and such.

My friend just blurred, this thought crossed my mind

The time we next meet, I will find

The chair still empty, that’s not what I see

I see a friend

But I’m talking to me.

 

The Scorned One

night turns to gray,day turns to ash.
The beast prowls among this empty place.
No man shall come here less he be consumed by the monsters claws.
The darkness calls my name, and the well shall be my resting place.
Such a cold place it shall be, where hearts rot and eyes lose their shine.
Such a horrible fate for a man such as me,but yet  what worries lies therein after?
Society is a prison, empty men with empty hearts.
Woe is them,if only they but knew… such an empty place..
A sign with no sense of direction, ahead where the confused lie.
Eyes view the one who thinks differently as insane, oh how it hurts.
Minds filled with Venom, from the fangs of so called truth.
The glamour and glitz for how long will it please a man,for the sky will crack and show the infection it hid.
What do you consider normal?
For every man has a reality tunnel, but the wolves come out to play.
Quick to judge, but lack of similarity.
Does the judger see through the eyes of the condemned?
Oh, how unfair it is.
The scorned one walks all alone, with no place to call home.
The voices of the alike scorn him and tells him there is a place for him.
Woe is him Woe is him, in the pit of the abyss where others such as him will go.
But comfortable to see men to see men such as him.
The scorned one views love as evil, because the bucket is easy to spill.
Such a over used word, in a heartless world.
But yet, within him he cries for love.
The ghost of the “before” haunts him reminding him of the scars that appeared within him.
The dragon holds dominion upon the sheep, oh will when they wake up?
The whips of ignorance slice across the scorned one, and the bullets of the hateful writhe his inner reality.
He views himself as crazy upon the wolfs, but his hope holds a rope for him.
Watch Rome the second crumble upon its errors, will the truth touch them then?
Oh how awful it is to see the sun turn black and the beast reign among the dead.
Where naked woman dance, and bitter men cheat.
Let it be, that it will not change me.
Skulls reign among the machine,and the Octopus prospers.
For it gains the riches, and steals from the low.
The buildings of conformity, prey among the young to mold them into a mindless drone.
May they call me insane and lock me in the place of the well, but my eyes see the truth.
Who am I you ask?
Well im The Scorned One.

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The poem is filled with symbols and meanings within it. I’m not gonna give the “full” interpretation of what everything means, only because I leave the reader to interpret it. What the basic summary of this poem is about society in general. Since I have different ideas and beliefs about society, that makes me feel all alone. – Eddie

Poems by MPK

The Enemy Within

The walls are crumbling…

distant cannons are rumbling,

the silence is screaming in my head,

the streets are deserted, but for the dead.

Why am I here all by myself?

Why have I been left here so bereft?

No one here to fight at my side,

the enemy approaches, nearly inside.

Why did everyone desert their posts?

Their armor here for none but ghosts.

My comrades lie here all alone,

on the streets made of crimson stone.

The stores are all burning, their fires fraught,

with reflections of battles we all fought.

For pride and spoils all was lost,

peace and honor were the cost.

The enemy is here, he’s at the gate,

I’m all alone now to meet my fate.

My captors are storming the great stone walls,

I hear their footsteps and their calls.

Where do I go now, where do I hide,

no mercy is left for me to abide.

The enemy is upon me, I feel the heat,

of their eyes upon me, pure hatred to meet.

My heart beats faster to a flutter,

panic arises, my throat to shutter.

Where once I was strong,

no hope can last long.

The enemy is here, no longer afield,

battlements no longer able to shield,

Where once was strength, no longer can be,

as the enemy is here, and it is in me.

-MPK

 

 

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My Heart Hurts

“My heart hurts” sounds like such a simple phrase,

but it’s meaning to me is great.

This phrase my last attempt to cry out

from the anger and hurt that won’t abate.

Not a very good descriptive

but the only one I have to explain,

the knots in my stomach moving up

to choke the air in my throat again.

“My heart hurts” is all I can tell the docs.

They look at me and try to see,

never realizing how true and

powerful this simple statement can be.

How long I have been fighting

these demons and anguish unseen?

How long can I live in this world

of charred remains of the old me?

‘Tis not the song of a lark in the morn,

but a cry from the dark within,

from my inner self so empty,

yet so full of anger to oblivion.

A locked Pandora’s box

riding heavily on my back,

tarnishing my heart and soul

in shades of green and black.

“My heart hurts”

Tis not a punishment for my beliefs,

Just pain unimaginable

piercing without mercy or relief.

My heart hurts is all I can say…

in hopes of keeping this horror at bay…

My heart hurts is all I may say…

to make it through another day…

My heart hurts is all I will say…

before I decide whether to go or stay.

–          mpk

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The Thief

This life I live seems bleak, and only but a lie,

these potent feeling overwhelm, and will not be denied..

I casually greet people living all around me, or so I make it seem,

but deep inside, my thoughts are raging, and swirling all around..

He came upon me when I was defenseless and so very fragile,

and stole my tender dreams, my control and all my power.

I tried and tried to fight and find some hidden weapon,

but in the end, he wore me down..retreat my only option.

I sit here on the edge, looking out and try to see,

The sunlight, mists and moonbeams; their beauty calls to me.

Sometimes I catch a feather, an angel dropped in passing.

I search deep inside my soul for truths not misbegotten,

Why can’t I be content with life just as it is?

Why does love elude me along with simple peace?

Sometimes it feels as if there just no more hope,

each day I have to struggle, for another way to cope.

Sometimes I wonder if my heart will be forever sealed.

I want to soar so very far away, free upon the wind,

but captive I still remain for he goes wherever I am,

he lives and breathes in the darkest realms of me.

Some days I feel a ray of hope or glimmer of love held out to me,

I grieve for the girl I used to be, who could laugh and do anything,

He does not let me feel the caress of hope on whispered breeze,

nor will he let me hear the words of comfort or of grace.

Why can’t I resist this roller coaster ride of shame?

Why can’t I just say no to this, my own other blackened side?

Sometimes I feel I cannot take the paralyzing pain,

I wonder if I’ll break apart, or even remain sane.

How can I abolish or relieve this dreadful terror?

How in the end, did I lose, all that I held so dear?

These question strike dread so deep within my heart,

I feel so alone, behind these frigid walls of stone.

The battle rages on, although I grow so weary…

When will this struggle end…that has so ravaged my soul?

Most days I scream inside and endure this horrid agony…

in silence, in the dark, alone and without leave.

In the end I think my death, may be the only way…

ghos to stop this potent thief…named Fear.

Poems by DT

Where are you, love?

Where are you, love?

I’ve been looking for you everywhere

Even crossed the world to be with you

Thought I finally met you there

Instead you broke my heart in two

I was hurt beyond compare

And finally left in despair

Where in the world must I go now

Til I can finally find you?

Where are you, love?

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Dear Lord

Dear Lord,

I’m at the end of the road

Here I am again, as always

Somehow I’ve managed to lose my ways

I’m all alone and feeling lonely

That makes my life completely empty

Without my husband nor a friend

Feel there’s no one I can depend

I see my world without future

Just hanging on like this is torture

For I have nothing to look forward

Body and soul completely battered

Dear Lord, oh my sweet dear Lord

In this world so full of hate and discord

Please hear me cry out in agony

And help me out of my misery