Quicksand Suicide

Deeply sinking
Way down yonder
Into a place
Where nobody goes
Willingly.

Caught --- can’t escape 
This terrible feeling.

Emotions are lost
To the clouds up above.

Light disappears,
Sight is gone, history.

Struggling to climb
A ladder not there.

Anxiously awaiting rescue
Never to arrive,
Gasping for a lost hold,
Fighting for life.

Deeply sinking deeper...
Further and further down...
No way out now;
Turning back is impossible.

Goodbyes never said.
Why?
Was anything within ever read?

Love?

When people hear the word “love”,
They associate it with caring,
Caring about certain people they love,
Like their parents, siblings, spouses, and children.
They associate it with sharing,
The sharing with each other of their innermost
Thoughts and feelings.
And they associate it with security,
For, with love, a kind of guarantee comes with it ---
Security at home, within the family, at work,
And in their social lives.
But when I hear the word “love”,
I sometimes think of the times
When I was beaten and thrown around,
Literally, by someone I love,
And who is supposed to love me.
Sometimes love is blind.
But then again, how can you see love
When you have a purple and black eye,
And are in so much physical and emotional pain
That you wish you could die?
That’s just one of my questions
(that you’ve read above);
I have many more --- another is:
What, really, is love?

The Heart and Soul of the Heart and Soul - A Poem

A lonely, empty soul
Trapped within
The depths of oneself
Struggling to break free
From inside
Through
To the outer shell.
Feelings are hidden
Carefully,
Underneath,
Waiting
To rise to the above.
Teardrops
Fall down
The broken,
Aching heart.
Boiling blood trickles
Endlessly downward,
Staining
The pure-as-driven-snow’s
Soul.

Comments, anyone? Like or dislike? Don't be afraid of hurting my feelings...please just say what you think and/or feel. There is no "right" or "wrong" here...

I love hearing from you! Please comment!

A Smile - Poem

A smile

is a sign

of joy,

a symbol

of happiness,

a show

of love.



This poem is short and sweet, don't you think? :)

Tell me your thoughts on what a "smile" means to you, please, as I would love to hear them!

Dreams or Destruction? - A Poem - to be "re-titled" (suggestions please!)

Dreams or Destruction?

What is failure?

What is success?

What happens to dreams shattered, left in a mess?

Why should I try, and put forth effort to succeed?

Are happiness and security my only needs?

Why should I try and make it in this world by myself?

Will the only joys I’ll ever have be stored on a closet shelf?

If I’m successful, what am I to achieve my wealth in?

If I should fail, does it leave me hope for anything?

I get annoyed with myself for asking these questions,

For I’m destroying myself without the intention.

Why do I do such things as this?

Why can’t I cry silent tears of bliss?

I suppose I know why:

I don’t, unfulfilled, want to die.

The sun is still shining,

but are the clouds still silver with lining?

I don’t want to end life

With a knife,

But a kiss.

I don't like the title of this poem, and want to change it. Can you offer me a better title? Leave your suggestion in the comments, please!!!

The Dark Night - A Super Short Poem

The Dark Night

The flash of lightning (5)

So razor sharp bright (5)

Quickly sets aglow (5)

The cold, wet, dark night. (5)

The candle’s hot flame (5)

Burns orange so bright. (5)

Then, without warning, (5)

Fades in the dark night. (5)

Caught within a world (5)

Of flickering light, (5)

There is no escape (5)

From the cold, dark night. (5)


I was going to enter this poem into the contest along with my other four, but somehow it either slipped my mind, or I did not think that this was worthy of first prize. At any rate, be happy I can share this with you!

ANALYSIS:

Note that I used the same number of syllables in each line. This was intentional, from a technical standpoint. Imagery is present within this poem, too. Colors include black (the night sky), white or silver (the lightning), and orange (the flame from the candle). Noise is also apparent, since lightning is generally accompanied by thunder, which is frequently loud. The image of someone being trapped indoors while a storm rages outdoors is evident from the fact that candles cannot stay lit in the rain. 

All in all, I think I should have sent this poem into the contest, or maybe saved it for another one... But, I wanted to showcase my abilities on this blog, and so here is another sample of my talent for writing.

Comments, anyone?

"Sisters" - A Poem

Sisters

There are many things in this great world

that are wonderful and good,

and there are many things in this great world

that to change them, we wish we could.

Our sisterhood falls among both of these;

Our relationship is unique.

Because of our many differences,

Our casual feelings change from week to week.