Panic at the…

Slinking through the crowd.
Voices jumbled, colors loud.
Walls are compacting, now closing.
Mannequins imposting.
Staring and over beating.
Fleeing through molasses.
Twisting turning, there go my glasses.
Stopping, thrown through a loop.
Breathing erratic, trying to regroup.
Boxed in, can’t breathe.
Panic stricken, need to leave.
Thoughts racing,
Legs bracing.
Tear stricken cheeks.
Worst in weeks.
Crumpled on the floor,
Can’t take it anymore.
Slow as it was fast,
Fear subsided at last.
Another trip; ends in sorrow.
Fuck it, there’s always tomorrow.

My name is Jesse, I am a writer. I post both poetry and mental health pieces about my own struggles and journey on my blog here: https://oneregulardad.home.blog/

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Orion Returns

To the east, lest the Sun arise from slumber
the ghost of the shimmering summer dawn
reveals himself in the heat of the season,
hunting for souls who dream, to mesmerize

The winter hunter strays from the frozen north
taunting, enticing, those who will be his prey
a spectre of the sky, before we awake
He casts his nets, his arrows, his poison darts

World sleep on, the Moon has not yet swooned
in Sun’s jealous skies, room for no other till she tires
and sinks to her bed, Orion will seek
those who seek him in the darkest hour

Chrissie Morris Brady

@purbeckpoet

chrissiemorrisbrady.wordpress.com

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Let me Near

Getting off the train in Chicago,
the strong wind,
urgent like me.
Each waft carrying my steps
in the direction of home. It’s as if
nature knew it was time for us. I’m so ready
to capture what sustains me. I’ve missed you,
your silhouette, and your substance.
Being close to you is a memory I pull from.
It keeps me sane while I’m away. This couple
defining what a day needs is everything to me.
Longing to share of myself, my legs
hasten their pace. I want to be
wrapped in the space we create.
I’ve missed your light touch
caressing my face, and
the sweetness of your kisses
has haunted me for weeks.
The questions of workdays take
a backseat while we rediscover
the single-best thing of the us we are.
The focus in your gaze tells me I
was right to hurry. It keeps me coming back,
again and again.

Susi Bocks has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop – Fictional Café. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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You are the Grandest Thing Alive

Foiled by a pen,
Wrote a word too embedded in love,
Sunk the tip of the quill deep in the ink,
And marked my heart,
Words that should raise,
Though thwart
My heinous mind.

Fairy of the night,
With wings that shed flakes of snow,
There is, for you, a palace you should know.
It was for when we created peace,
By a night dipped in passion,
Eyes upon Heaven,
And bodies burned in Hell.

We shed dew into a new morning,
And made honey in our embrace.
Love brought time, apart,
While we danced the bed to start
A reverberation,
A cherishing,
A longing.

Love grows like thorns upon the rose,
While lust sinks the petals to wilt.

Kiss me, once more, as I write this verse,
Kiss me with the memory of when we first conversed.

Short Bio: My name is Peter A.W. Wyatt, and I have had a passion for writing for almost 5 years, now. My love for writing began with a love for a certain type of atmosphere in music. It is an atmosphere that can belong to many genres, so to state which genre seems a bit vague, to me. It is an atmosphere that relates much to “melancholy”. I love the feel of it, and I suppose it is because in today’s world, we are surrounded by comfort and ease, due to new inventions and technology. As a result, people like me are drawn to “deeper emotions” that have to do with the “gloom” and “grimness” of Autumn or Winter, or some such. Due to this atmosphere, I find myself in a cold room, drinking a cup of hot tea, and writing some verse or some prose that expresses my emotions.

Blog Link: https://romances.blog/

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Teaching Moments

it’s annoying
and disappointing
you vow one thing
and do another

where is the care
you promised
i count on it
only to be let down

i gave you
too much credit
trusting you
to do your one job

fulfilling the deed
you signed up for
i should be able
to believe you’d deliver

“My word is my bond!” you said
that commitment
was and is
bullshit

things get
out of hand
you expect me
to pick up the pieces

like i always do
like an obedient servant
dutifully
avoiding defeat

but in the end
i
take the hit
this party’s over

Susi Bocks has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop – Fictional Café. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Poem #256

I’m not the one to wear my heart
on my sleeve but with a few lies you bought me.
With one look you tore down my guards.
I was so helpless and paralyzed every time we touched.

You were like my drug and I sold myself
out to desperation just to have you one more night.
I’ll pretend that you’re genuine and that
your words aren’t here to get my hands around your neck.

I’ll lie and say you’ll be here the next day but
we both now after tonight you’ll go your own way.
My pride and my brain are getting crushed on
this park bench while I pretend this isn’t another
one night deal. I’ll just pretend that every kiss
means something.

Actually it does, it means you’re getting
what you want. You always had your way
with me, always knew how to get me into
your arms. Self control is unknown when you’re around.

I know I’m fighting a losing battle but
don’t stop. Keep me in this ecstasy and
I’ll care about my feelings some other time.
After everything I don’t expect you to stick around.

I’ll feed this crave for you and then I’ll starve
until some other time when you show up.
As always I’ll give us a shot because my stupid
mind thinks you’ll fall in love.

Tell me again how you’ll do everything for
me and then walk away like I’m nothing.
Tell me another sweet lie and leave me with
sore lips, bruised heart and bruised neck before dawn.

Poem #255

Put the windows down
let the night air pierce my lungs.
On this highway I want to get lost tonight.
I don’t want to be found.

Why would I want to be found
in a world that tells nothing but lies?
Sells empty promises, fills out heads with
ideas about prosperity when outside
the window we see people dying on the street.

When will it end, when will we have peace?
When will we stop and think: What the fuck
have we done here?

I hear voices in my head, they keep
telling me to stop. Who am I to become
somebody, to make myself worth being alive?
It’s like everywhere I turn it’s a dead end street, so
I’ll just get lost on this highway within me.

 

P.S. This was actually one of the first works on my blog under the name Lost on the highway but I just thought it would be nice to repost it for you guys.