Tag Archives: Life

GUEST POST // The Comfort of a Warm Heart by Poetic Depression

My cold-blooded and weeping heart
pressed against my chest, hard
Feelings intertwined with quilt
An empty glass never filled

Lose me once and I’ll never return
I need you for longer than now
It looks like I’m not the only one that still has to learn.

vaguely I remember her
A face beautiful, like her
personality
her attractive individuality.

She sat alone on the stairs of the church closed down
For no one believed in God
Everyone had their reasons she tought.
But she knew she was lying

and I walked by
Offered her the comfort of my warm home
I told her not to be scared
I told her that she didn’t have to be alone

and I offered her some tea
“with sugar” she pleased
I smiled and poured it in
The start of a beautiful sin.

And we did not kiss
and we did not touch
we just talked the night away
let our problems astray

Then she left me
and never returned
bound to find her
but i had learned

I was alone

sitting on the stairs of the closed down church
Something hard hit my back
It was the door
opened
by a woman in that crack
It was her
Tea with sugar?
she asked.

by POETIC DEPRESSION
© All rights reserved 2015

GUEST POST // OOPS! by PROSPERMIND

Sorry,
just sorry,
for all the confusion I have caused,
for the dilemmas I have brought to you,
and for all the nerves that I have cost.

Mama I am sorry, oh,
for all the weirdness I let through,
for the choices that I poorly chose,
and for all the crazy things that only I would do.

I am sorry everyone,
for all the questions I have asked,
for every time you thought I misbehaved,
or all those playground days you picked me last,
guess I just didn’t pay attention,
or even fell asleep in class during ‘Normal 101’.

I’m sorry world,
for living life the way to make it fun,
for expressing my own happiness,
and all in all for being a piece of work,
that will always stay undone!

Now the one thing I am truly sorry for,
is for the sadness I’ll leave behind,
if my eyes and thoughts should decide one day,
that now it’s time to go blind.

But honey don’t you worry child,
I’ll try to leave this world alive,
and even if I don’t make it dear,
at least I’ve lived a happy life,
although I failed and I just made it halfway through,
you can still tell them my stories,
and let them know about all the crazy things only I would do,
know every time you tell them I’ll be sitting here,
enjoying all my memories with a happy smile,
because it was quite a ride!

I’ll see you in a while!

by PROSPERMIND
© All rights reserved 2015

GUEST POST // Living Rats Saw God (Haiku) by Ry Hakari

Carrot-sun, sky-stick —
Change, chased to the horizon,
every eve, escapes…

Last night I dreamed I
shaved my head to symbolize
this loss of progress

“Life is a rat race —
crawled bald, cradle to the grave”,
Wise Solomon says

Simple Simons say,
“Happiness is denying
cold reality”

I’m caught in between
dying in light of the truth,
accepting my lot

Living a half-life
in darkness of denial
of what I can see

I want to believe
things are better then they seem,
living lucid dreams…

I want to believe
my future’s not this fragile,
living denial…

I want to believe
where there’s a will, there’s a way,
living life, not lies…

I want to believe
when I die, life was worthwhile,
winning the rat race…

Søren Kierkegaard,
Christian Devil’s Advocate,
just like me, has said

“Life can only be
understood backwards; but it
must be lived forwards”

I want to believe
and read backwards “dog was star”,
living “rats saw god”…

by RY HAKARI
© All rights reserved 2015

GUEST POST // Let Live by Ry Hakari & Tony Single

in central park twilight, a lone wolf
left alone, entrapped in thought
cold air and the staining snow
accursed regret, a taunting effluvium
and what is this a hint of
copper burnished with shame
the burning around the fur
it leaks, tastes bitter

i want my mother’s teat
nurse me, mother, don’t leave
tell me what ties bind me here
in this horrible hinterland

the sticky tree needles scent
strong, while i give off fear
is there life beyond the pack
where do i begin or end
the chase i lost, you chased me off
you wouldn’t forgive or let me live
and now I’m sleepy, fighting weak
with iron teeth as darkness falls

i want my mother’s teat
nurse me, mother, don’t leave
tell me what ties bind me here
in this horrible hinterland

by RY HAKARI & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015

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It’s dark. It’s cold. It smells like blood, sweat and… milk.
It’s virile.
It’s fucking awesome!

I’m happy to show you, my dearest Writers and Readers, the first collaborative poem of my friends. They both are incredible poets, they both are amazing friends and they both are… well, just cool guys!

Ry Hakari and Tony Single.
They both are great.
Check these blogs.

Learn poetry beyond the pack.

Yours,
Unbolt

Lightness of being

To be weak
is harder doubly.
They must bear
weight of ruth.
No one commiserates strong.
It lightens their load.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015