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Thursday, November 5

#42 Bars



courtesy: justintarte.com


How long have you been locked away?
In this prison of your own design
where you saw only the 
faults and deceit
that defined
the makings of the
person you had become
a being somehow
undefined along with
the rest of your broken lines
ones that could no longer 
hold the weight of your
vain imaginations
that ripped your
beliefs to shreds
that became the
faded slivers of your
inspirations.

How long have you been trying to escape...?
The bars of your own making
where your heartache
became a reversal
of mistakes made in attempts
to drown the stench
of your pains
those same ones
you wished to forget
but haven't quite...
just yet.


How long will you hold on?
To steel rods
that you can easily remove
if you 
let your conscience
speak its peice
instead of trying
to deflect the thoughts
you think make you weak
and trying to persist
in the wrongs
that will never be made
right, till you 
let go of the insecurities
sheltered by your pride
and sing the truth of a song
that though feeble
is yours and needs to be heard
by someone who loved you more
than you loved them in return. 

How long will you cry out?
Only on the inside
Not trusting yourself enough
to project a power
that you've hardly used
since its inception.
Look out through your mind
Please.
See what you've been blind to
for all this while
and stop holding on to
the safety that you perceived
to be strength
when they've been
the bars you've built
to voluntarily imprison
yourself behind instead.



  My Inspiration: A pin by +Diane Collet 


 




© KohylahPiper 2015

Saturday, August 29

#11 Phantom Limb

 courtesy: Gry Poulson


Gone

but not forgotten

It’s been a while…

But lately it feels like

you were lost to me

all of a sudden.

Nerves disjointed

shooting terror

where

nothingness lived

experiencing movements

from a mirage drawn

out of a fatal error

from…within,

claiming that

this distorted member

of my supposed making

was still

a part of me

and tragically

though unseen,

was

furthermore

yet living…



It was

never advertised

preemptively

that you would

only spend

this short while

with me

before you

left quietly

disappearing

as if you were

never even here

irrespective

of the memories

that coloured my tears

into tranquilizers

that couldn’t heal me

or my cares

but just sedate

every sharpened wince

of hurt

that prodded inside

raging all the more

after the effects

were spent…

on the after effects

of the fact that you had left.



Disoriented

in the

continuing aftermath

they said

would eventually end

useless…

their comments

baseless

based on your absence

in the space

where I knew

you had once

been

tiptoeing around

my strain

everyone stretching

themselves thin

because of my

dim understanding

that this sensation

was a farce

created to shield

the most breakable of my

disheveled parts

which were intimately

connected through my grieving.



But

I knew what was real

Though I never did tell

I knew what was real

when the sweat broke

from my brow

and spilled into

five turned fifteen

turned infinite

minutes from hell.

I knew what was real…

but acceptance

was too unkind

That’s why

I’d rather

believe this illusion

in order to

be close

to you.

One last time.

#SELAHSATURDAYS

 My Inspiration: The Women
 





© KohylahPiper 2015



Saturday, August 22

#7 What’s wrong with our love?


courtesy : BSK


What’s wrong with our love, loves?

It’s so short lived.

It starts out with a bright flame

only ending in ashes

so full of passion

yet wrought with destruction

streamlined with fears, and mistakes

that outlive good intentions,

we pledge ourselves before God and man

binded with spheres that promise

the unbroken;

indestructible

made of titanium and precious stones

whose kryptonite is revealed only as time unfolds

through damaging words, and absentee-isms

judgements that see clearly

out of lenses

condemned by impaired vision

of realities.

Misconstrued…

Arising from insecurities roots

weakening the vine

eventually dying

from its feed of unclarified assumptions,

fear of knowing and accepting truth.

From the inability to let go

and forgive.

.truly.

Not  just with words,

but with the heart, mind, and soul

.intensely.




Smiling yet hiding the secret belief that two

really can’t become

One.

Since we partake daily from the plate

that states

each man for himself is what makes us what we always wished

but could never be…

Strong.

We are unable to face the worst

after the better times disappear

till death do us part

is just the reason to pull the trigger

abusing with every method we’ve learnt

sometimes the worst, from each other

more than just a trigger finger

that blames…

but the prideful ego that never reflects

on one’s part played in the overall shame.

Every day we kill each other

long before our actual deaths

we forego exposing our vulnerabilities

it’s preferable to lay it all to rest.

Our short term will is what we bring

to power the long term haul

cherishing the fragrant rose bed

ignoring the inevitable blasphemy

that will fall

from our lips

when hands become bloodied

by the awaiting prick

that sullies our false ideas

of it not being a bed of roses

unless you clip the thorns…

Not realizing it’s the thorns evolution that

helped those roses to be born.




Becoming tired on a journey

momentarily disguised…as

different levels of one destination,

we say our piece

breaking the perceived lease of lives

temporary now…

through held breaths of frustration

then, free once more

we continue our disastrous course

in passions new

intoxicating desire

bringing old tricks to a new game

and in the end…still unlearned

.unfulfilled.

This too expires.

What’s wrong with our love, loves?

It’s so short lived.

It starts out as a bright flame,

only to end in ashes.

It doesn’t survive the lightest gale

of any type of affliction

God forbid it should withstand the tremors of lust

to prove its faithfulness to commitment;

but

so it is…and

our love

.fails.

Each time that it is tested

because our Cupid builds castles

placing value on location.

Skies,

where all our storms had nested.

Cupid, our dear cherub.

Classically. Blind.

Valuing skies…

airy and light,

not realizing the true worth

of our love

really lies invested

on the foundation where our castle is rested.

#SELAHSATURDAYS
 
 My Inspiration: Divorce
 





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