#34 Sudden Death

courtesy: Cop Richard

Sudden death

leaves words

that were never formed

permanently unsaid.

It rids you of all the time

that had passed

and the moments that

were ill spent

Sudden death

expels a void

that is created deep within the gut

burning and painfully dry

into a harsh, tumultuous

storm of tears

you had no idea

you could cry.

Sudden death

leaves memories

imitating reality;

and blurs the line

between what is true

and what you refuse to believe

Sudden death

will shake your hand

only to strip your very core

but though unkind

it teaches you what is relevant

and what should be ignored.

Sudden death

steals laughter

and leaves it without a home

and replace it with

silent moans

that stay trapped in the walls

of your throat.

Sudden death

is selfish but selfless

all at once

gifting you a view of life

and the way you’ve lived

the path you should take onward

and those you ought to shun

Sudden death

is experienced

but hopelessly naïve,

taking generously

but failing to see

the struggle that creates

for us human beings….

 My Inspiration: +Roger Nankishore  

© KohylahPiper 2015

#32 Emptiness Is as Emptiness Does

courtesy: Wordpress Blog Random_Michelle

Emptiness is as emptiness does

that’s how you showed me

that somehow, in someway

in some instance,

someone emptied you of love.

Maybe

it was done

by using steady

perpetual care

that diminished your resolve

then abruptly ripped it away

like bolts of lightning

breaking holes

throughout the air

stealing the thunder of your

expectations

till it was confirmed

that there was nothing left

but your

silence…

going the distance

and setting fire

to your dwindling hopes

fanning the smoky flames

higher to ensure it engulfed

all of its remnants,

but;

I could be wrong…

You could just be

the grown version of

a trapped child

that never knew

what freedom meant

inside your home

or within the mind

of innocent

imaginative contentment

A child;

who got used to being

rejected so many times

at the mercy of

some weak person’s

shallow thrills

that rejection is

the only gift descriptive

of the type of love you

know how to sufficiently give…

Contorted but true

to your heart’s twisted rules

that teetered near revealing emotions

and losing control

of the fragility

that lies stuck at the base

of what really is your

debilitated version of truth;

that confuses lust with trust

and grief with joy

struggling to understand

the consequences

between each spectrum

secretly hoping

to find someone,

anyone

to give you simple kind care

and loving attention,

unlike the kind you seem

to incessantly seek

as justification from others

that you are worth the time

and the devotion.

I could be wrong…

But this is what you felt like

many times to me,

like someone who would desperately

settle for even a glimpse

of genuinity,

in between the pieces of your

mournful rage

that overturns furniture

and tears reminders

out of picture frames

and leaves her colourful petals

flaking,

oxidizing gently

under internal loneliness

and unrequited self-love…

I could be wrong,

but I perceive you know that I’m not,

because emptiness is as emptiness does.

My Inspiration: A Chance Meeting & Photo Prompt by Random_Michelle 

 

© KohylahPiper 2015

 

#14 Have we ever met?

courtesy: Charlotte Na

Have I looked you in the eyes before?

You seem familiar.

Like a memory

I never quite processed

Like a life

that I could possibly live

Like a story

that remained floating

through time

its pages scattered

incomplete before my eyes.

That smile

is knowing

its laughter is hidden deep in my dreams

wisping through sleep and wake

whispers reminders in my ear

Of vague,

but vivid scenes…

Déjà vu ignited

and it may all be a lie

it bothers me that I can’t confirm it

but either way you

have an authenticity

that I could never deny.

Have I looked you in the eyes before?

If I never told you

it was quite my pleasure

your tenacity reminded me

of what I felt

when I saw a piano

for the first time

at age five and a quarter

I knew you were my forever

never thought

that pupils

could ever be shackles

that limited my movement

but I was stuck

to the tiles

rendered helpless

your allure

overwhelming.

We’ve never

quite fully greeted each other

yet it seems

I reintroduce myself

every time

to this nostalgia

of what I’ve lived

through you but not really…

I don’t usually chase

but for you …I just might

Maybe I’ve already started

you’ve become

a certainty,

a source of my inner light

You are the

“not just yet’s”

that I’ve begun to need

You’ve defined how

uncanny it is when life

comes full circle

in a way you’d never believe

That smile though…

.Shining.

Not one I could forget

So tell me

Come on now…

really

Have we ever met?

#SELAHSATURDAYS

 My Inspiration: Dreams Personified
 

© KohylahPiper 2015