Life's a Beach: Favorites

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

Oh, how

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

R

Oh, how

it makes me sick,
love.

the nature of it,
how people die
because of the
thought of not
being with their
significant other.

i think if i died
all alone,
i'd be okay with it.
after all,
i'm already alone.
always have,
always will.

and i don't mind it
either.

i don't need someone to
keep me warm anymore
or to help me.
i can help my ******* self
and that's all that matters.
i am my own savior,
i am my own redeemer,
i am my own person.
i am me.
and me is all i ever shall and
will be, so,

please

decide on whether you are
staying or leaving
because im tired
of being the
last to find
out.

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

he deserves

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

R

he deserves

as she wishes him
the best because
after all,
thats what he deserves.

his sweet blue eyes and
boyish smile make her
euphoric.

his laugh is deep just
like her roots are for
him.

he seeped into her
soul and he can't
fight his way
out.

and why should he?
its a nice place to be.
after all,
thats what he deserves

he deserves to be on
her mind all day and
in her heart all night
and in her soul
forever.

he deserves happiness, one that i cant give to him but its one hes already found. and i love him for that(:

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

Arachnophobia

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

Elise

Arachnophobia

Caught in a web made of thread spun from criticism and regret,
arachnids leisurely devouring skin from exposed bone,
a life made from those who have chided every step,
no escaping the entanglement,
no shelter from the ones who are meant to render love,
instead only malice is displayed over actions they refuse to forget.

Searching hopelessly for love on abandoned webs,
finding only others broken who were lost in translation,
the foul scent of decaying bodies ripped apart,
giving their lives to those who broke them down,
rotting skeletons of memories shattered on cobwebs undusted,
coming alive and putting faith in others broken who can be trusted.

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

In a dead butterfly's nest

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

K Balachandran

In a dead butterfly's nest

The day they operated on his brain
he imagined it as his day of poetry
freedom from the pain of living,
and heard a train reciting a long poem
on love, nightmares and death
by a Chilean poet he adored,
whose name he tried to recollect, over and over again
but his train of thoughts curiously missed
that one station in each, separate attempt.
.
Did he hear anyone whispering anything about 'bad omen'?
reminding a poet killed by a dose of poison
injected by the  doctor treating him
to end the emotional ******* of
his poetry over the mind of millions
of readers
                 - and then he slowly lost orientation
in delirious state he fell in to a pit of delight and thought
about the white luminant mist  poetry, has created in his being,
all through the days of suffering love gifted him.
He received poetry as a feeling, deep, deep inside,
Emily Dickinson was to him a fragrance enveloping his consciousness,
then a feeling inexpressible, an elation, leading him to a plane higher.
His brain was a night filled tunnel, through which
the train reciting dark poems of stark beauty of death
traveled like lightening, he sat perplexed looking
at a mirror someone held before him, reflecting darkness, an eerie feeling.

That night train wailing as if  someone dear has left for ever
traveled through the surreal plane of Dali paintings.
"Life", a unfamiliar voice proclaimed aloud near him,
"Is poetry written in one's blood, which one fails
to read as it is dangerously close to one's suicide note,
that one finishes reading  only at the last minute".He hoped
they must have finished his surgery by now;
it was getting dark, a kind of mist spreading like a swarm of evil beetles,
but they were still at it, panic reigned
on  the operation table. His face was peaceful
immobile like the wings of a dead butterfly.

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

Why do poets write?

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

Richard Jones

Why do poets write?

My wife, a psychiatrist, sleeps
through my reading and writing in bed,
the half-whispered lines,
manuscripts piled between us,

but in the deep part of night
when her beeper sounds
she bolts awake to return the page
of a patient afraid he'll **** himself.

She sits in her robe in the kitchen,
listening to the anguished voice
on the phone. She becomes
the vessel that contains his fear,

someone he can trust to tell
things I would tell to a poem.

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

My Sweet Despair

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

Krusty Aranda

My Sweet Despair

Cry, my baby.
Cry for help.
No one will hear you scream.

Say it louder.
Scream my name.
Worship only me.

When everything's lost, and god didn't show up,
tell me, what's left of us?
The simple matter without a substance.
Body without soul.

They repeat to themselves "mind over body",
but there's no mind to control actions.
Only fools without a cause.
A chant without a voice.

Keep on screaming, dearest hostage.
There's no use at all.
Destiny has been set this way.
Your fate is to die alone.

Rain will shower the daisies around your grave,
and wash the maggots away.
The sun will breathe life to newly born robins,
and burn the remainders of you whole.

So cry on, sweetest pleasure.
The tables turn no more.
There's no salvation beyond this point.
It's the end of it all.

Still random...

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

Useless

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

R

Useless

they giggled as i cried.
it was harmless tears.
everybody thought that
i was crying due to the
fact that animals were being
mauled right in front of me.
and yes, that is half true.
but, the real reason i started having a
panic attack was because i started thinking
and thinking and remembering things.
memories were brought back and
i just couldnt help but
put my head down and cry.
he told me that it was
going to be okay because
the animal was alive.
but, he didnt know why i
was crying. he didnt know
that i was being reminded of
the mistakes ive made and
why i will never ever be good
enough.

how do i tell someone that
i feel so useless?
im not sure.

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

The Picture With Her...

Oct 2013 Life's a Beach

Nadia DeLevea

The Picture With Her...

Silent tears stream down my face,
As I look across the room.
You're smiling at her,
She's smiling at you.
I've been forgotten so soon.
And I only have one question...
What happened?
When was I dismissed?
We used to be so happy.
We used to live carefree.
Everyday together,
Laughing, smiling, joking,
Our hearts together were at ease.
Was it that easy to forget me?
Her I want to hate,
She's ruined my whole life.
You're all I've ever wanted,
You make my life complete.
I don't know where she came from,
But she swept you off your feet.
To me you've become blind,
She's made you push me to the side.
It hurts more than a sudden death,
Because we were so close.
The slow torture that you're causing me,
You're choking at my throat.
I've cried more because of you,
Than anyone before.
So many times I've run to my room,
And collapsed inside my door.
Impressions of my tears,
stained forever in my face.
My heart is in distress,
My breath a rapid pace.
I can't listen about her,
A single second more!
Why can't I be the one,
Your heart desires for?
You've stuck me in the friend-zone,
Because you care to much...
That statement has confused me so,
It makes me think uncertainly,
You care for me to much,
You'd rather hurt her than me.
Shouldn't that open up your stupid eyes,
To never let me go?
And now every time I see her,
I want to be enraged.
To claw her big brown eyes out,
Before you get engaged.
But then I look at you and see,
The smile that she brings.
It kills me more and more,
To see her in your life.
You don't think I understand,
Or don't see how much I care.
That I know you all too well.
One day she's gonna brake your heart,
And when you come to me,
I don't know if I'll be able to pick up the pieces,
And help you to your feet.
I doubt I'll still be around,
I can't take this agony much longer.
To see her take my place,
Reminds me what I could have had.
Today I saw a picture of you,
Her wrapped in your arms.
In that warm loving hug I've felt,
The one I know is yours.
The hug that saved my life,
The hug that told me I'm special,
And just how much you cared.
But you broke my heart today,
I'm shattered and destroyed.
For when I looked at your smiles,
I think I may have died.

Written through my tears after seeing a picture posted online...

The Picture With Her...™ By Nadia DeLevea