The Separation

The truth burnt me

at the tip of my tongue

and small embers became alight

God knows, how much I tried

to keep the flames inside

but

it wasn't mean to be...

My conscience only served to feed the heat

that made my brow leak

from drops of my own deceit

and I cried like

never before

invisible tears

that shattered the floor

upon which I stood...

and like

the jagged throes of birth

my words

painful in their stride

surpassed the speed of light

and invaded your chest

ripping open the cage

that shielded your life

and

left you without breath

left your cardiac

arrested

without bail

as your beats failed

so did your trust in me...

and as I looked at the pieces

of our infarcted love

lying beneath

our broken dreams

I saw us

as we really were

separate beings

whose love was never meant

to be

but at one time

we were devout

so I didn't protest

as you screamed out

your baritone laced with defeat

I,

didn't protest hearing the door slam

with finality from beneath

I,

didn't protest

watching your back recede

into the shadows street

for I knew

the love we carried

was. not. meant. to. be.

and that nevermore,

the two would meet...

but sometimes I wonder...

what if I was wrong...

My Inspiration:  Old Poetry Archives #2014

 

© KohylahPiper 2017

#100 For the Sake of...

Drawing by Wayland Chu

For the sake of being a fool

How many things do we lose?

For the sake of being a fool

How much love do we misuse?

For the sake of holding on to pride

How many situations have we not solved?

For the sake of holding on to our pride

How many issues in ourselves have we not resolved?

For the sake of being angry

How many people do we turn away?

For the sake of being angry

How many people do we cause dismay?

For the sake of not forgiving

How much happiness have we lost?

For the sake of not forgiving

How many new memories have we lost?

For the sake of not listening

How much have we not understood?

For the sake of not listening

How much bad could we have made good?

For the sake of surviving

How many dreams have we slaughtered?

For the sake of being you...

How much more destruction will you yet require?

#Selah

My Inspiration: Cause and Effects

 

© KohylahPiper 2016

#49 Senseless

courtesy Roman W.

Closed eyes

and closed mouths

have we also closed thoughts?

To the repercussions of our propagated hate

that forms a cycle that never breaks

these hard, calculating stone shells of ours

except the one that holds

the deepest parts of

hell that sets aflame

our bodies

and everyone that holds

our hands

around this earth,

even if we never desired

them to be held...

We are this world

and though we isolate

ourselves more

than the oceans and

seas separating our regions

and continents,

when we burn

we also burn the ones

we refuse to acknowledge

as our sisters and brothers.

Deaf ears,

selectively trained to hear

only the themes

that we've self-explained

among the small circle

of our decaying brains

that can only understand

as far as the skulls

in which they are contained,

and thus

oblivious to the strain

of what everyone

plucking the eyes

out each other's faces

has left us to manage...

This solemn refrain

that has no melody

but just annotations

of unheard screams

and erratic timing

that dances on

skin numb from

agonizing terror

that falls

down like the

stacked dominoes

we really are...

Human beings killing

the earth, themselves

and each other.

Blind leading the blind.

Love cast asunder,

leaving us all

senseless

on a planet

where hate

is determined to prosper.

 #selahsaturdays

My Inspiration: Humanity's Continued Downward Spiral

                                            

 

© KohylahPiper 2015

#45 Regurgitations

painting by Ian McKeever

You say you have.

But you really haven't

I can tell

by the  smothered

  undertones

of your gag reflex

that have become reverberant

Yes.

It hurt.

Yes.

They were wrong.

But their wrongs

have stayed with

you

living between

your bosom

with every passing

wisp of air

you have conditioned

yourself

to ruminate on their songs.

You chew

and rip it

apart,

a stale meal

with fresh wounds

every day,

you reminisce

and murmur

almost hungering

to remember

the words that

you long to hear

echo, from

the belated rebuttals

you now say.

Victim for a moment

has evolved into

a victim for life

that begs

to be wounded

continually

by what

you eagerly

refuse to digest

inside.

Because if its

digested

it will

eventually

be wasted

and if its

wasted

you'll think

that there

was no justice.

But justice

was never founded

on your perceptions.

It was always based

on where you focus

your own direction.

After the fact.

After the pain,

after choosing to

break out of this place

where their aftermath

remained.

For by living through

them

you continually

die,

and its frightening

that you voluntarily

close your eyes to

avoid seeing just

how intimately you've

become adjusted

to this daily suicide.

Your feed

is tainted

devoid of nutrition

harmful

to your soul

slowly decaying

from its

poisoned submissions

that has stunted

your growth

regardless of needing

your admission,

your soul is

slowly decaying

from its

poisoned submissions

that has stunted

your growth

regardless of needing

your admission;

because each day

you willingly welcome

this transient infiltration.

Unable to

Spit. It. Out.

Once and for all.

Face the pain.

Look at where your

chips fell…

so far from where

you intended them to fall.

Now,

step away

and

walk past the shame

of what hurt,

who's to be blamed,

what it was

what it now is.

Your future

was meant to be changed

by the brimstones'

mocking laughter

the sear of the furnace

and the evils of personified disaster;

take the lessons

that this hell has taught you,

and use it to teach another

who you never knew

would need you.

Use the lessons

that this hell has taught you,

and teach another...

how to fight

even though one suffers

how to rise

even though one is lowered

how to smile

even though its over

how to love again

even though before 

it was not

treasured...

how to look at your charred

being

and embrace the light

that still flickers gently

through its smoked filled dreams

that were meant to glow

in the darkest of nights.

Walking away

becomes easier with

each step;

even if

taken shaking

it must be done.

For your destiny,

the one you've shielded

yourself from;

was never

meant to be tied

to your

regurgitations.

My Inspiration: Dinner and a Movie

© KohylahPiper 2015