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Nightfall
The curtain of clouds explains the cool breeze
The night has fallen and chaos has hushed
A faint glow peeks from the sky, eerie and ethereal
Moments slip by and the moon rises, bloodshot
A terrifying tangerine for a cold celestial body
Showing fierce determination to illuminate just enough
Inchoate musings intoxicate me, never fully forming thoughts
For these raw parts of my soul are startled to life
I lose myself as the clouds make way for the adorning stars
The night sky, the moon and the stars in one snow globe of my mind
The night has fallen, chaos has hushed
Chantilly
The garden pond glazed from the blinding sun
She and I sat in the shade of a sugar maple
Chantilly plucked the dandelions delicately as I watched
Her brown curls picking up grass like pebbles in a net
Chantilly brightened my summer that year
Took me on dreamy flights of freedom in lily-scented breezes
Then, as all sweet things, the summer drew to a close
Withering leaves falling after they’ve served their purpose
A flight only lasts so long for all I like
And so she left, like a summer constellation at fall
What’s the good in goodbye when it leaves you incomplete?
Chantilly, you left, without a word, in a beat
You were my summer constellation and I wonder if you will come again as you flew
I search for the skies and can only imagine what has become of you
Monsters Under The Bed
Monsters under the bed
Born from my mind from what life has bred
They say everyone's got monsters just the same
Convince me how, you and I are different as a dime and a dame
I sit in the crowd, thinking back to the day I broke
I sit in the dark, healing in the moonlit cloak
Monsters under the bed
Weaving their arms around me like a laden thread
But I hold them close for they must not wither
Or shall lose a grip on reality, a fated tether
Oh monsters, my monsters, keep your distance but not too far
I draw my strength from where you draw the scars
If I can’t escape I shall embrace
The ghost of your lingering presence, I can never erase
Sea And Shackles
Chains rattle on the cobbled path
As you make a run for it in all your wrath
You’re yanked bank to the ground
Head to the hard stone floor, it pounds
You can see the sun rays reflecting on the sea down under
The twinkling ocean always made you wonder
But what’s beyond that has always been a dream
Your imagination fueled by a desire so lush and green
The chains on your ankles big and heavy
Have a death grip on your freedom and liberty
Constantly showing you your apparent place
Refusing to see what beneath your surface
“Let me go”, pleads the mind
Silent screams reaching no one and you nowhere with the binds
The chains mock, bruise and twist
And you writhe, thrash but persist
You’re a storm and they tamed you to a breeze
A whole vocabulary flagged down to a single letter just to appease
So you wait, till the chains rust and wear
So that one day you can tug them bare
One day you will be free
So you can sail away into the dreams laden sea
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December Is Here
Oak paneled shelves adorned with snow globes
Endearing crystals aglow with fairy lights astride
Counterfeit snow and a gingerbread house lit up with strobe
Little people outside, their little world inside
December is here, with all her glory, of chilly winds and warm hearts
She smells of cinnamon rolls wafting through the air
Sounds like a thousand melodies and a million sparks
Brings along fuzzy coats, nostalgic conversations and winter brews that ensnare
December is here, her magic breathing into life
Breathing into life, big dreams and bigger smiles
The season of giving and sharing so rife
Late night shows, frosty windows and wrapping paper filled aisles
December is here, her soft grey finery and a cloak of midnight blue
Weaving mistletoe and holly with peace and hope
Bleak skies entranced by bright moods giving in to Aegean hues
Wishing a sparkling holiday and a marvelous to all her folk
The Rhythm To Her Carol
Evening skyline and city lights adorn the dipping sunrays
Bustling city traffic gives the mind no time to think
Cold air drifting through the rolled down window
Lowering her beanie, into the seat she wants to sink
The crowded Hall effulgent with humanly warmth
Like a garden blooming with a promising scent
Her passed over plus-one, now just an evanescent bother
She resolved to revel in the celebrations so effervescent
Glasses clinked and hors d'oeuvre took turns to please
Every idyllic smile accompanied by another, together they shone
The ghost of her smile in beholding them
Flickers in yearning for one to go along with her own
Wishing for some lavender to her tender chives
Catmints to her roses of life
Hyacinths to her lily laden pond
A spark to fuel her joy and the warmth to share her strife
A longing, she felt, for something she's missed all this while
Something to dulcify her sweet mornings and cherish her mellow soul
In a wistful sigh she looked around to call it a night
From the universe she sought and soon she'll find the rhythm to her carol
Lurking
Distant thudding rhythmic to the heartbeat so severe
Misfortune and misery lurking in the shade of fear
Breath heaves in and out, feels like an ocean
Cold sweat shriveling down lubricating anxiety so sheer
Endless possibilities of doom lurking in the grip of fear
Gulping down the urge to run back and hide
Facing the unknown or the notoriously known
Deeply aware of the consequences fate rends with its spear
Nocuous thought of defeat much lurking in breathing fear
There will come a point to gird up, when the only way is forward
And you will do so, come what may from the rubescent dusk
Because all you remember is a promise
A promise to fight till the dawn is real and you are free
Fear you shall conquer and rise like the hopeful sun you fight to see
Where I Would
Winter sun shone on the path laid on the expanse
Where I would take a breath of life
Each day, as if it were another chance
The mighty oaks casting their cool shade
Where I would amble across
And cherish all the moments lest they fade
At the end of the ledge was a wall
Where I would find merriment plenteous
My friends keeping afloat through it all
Walled nostalgia of the classroom hit like a whiff
Where I would find the nexus to the world outside
How I wish I could turn back time, only if
There, I have visited my school, a couple autumns later
Where I dreamt and hoped and grew
Sought anything that would promise wonder
Stood By The Window
She stood by the window
Breeze swaying the blinds to a rhythm
Waiting for an escape that never came
The labyrinth enervating her passion and light
The dull January evening that filtered everything to dreariness
She stood by the window, her life felt frozen in time
Stuck on a rock that wouldn’t let her move on
Weathered though she may be
She knew the rock couldn’t forever stay forever inviolable
For the thunder crashes the rock and wind blows the arenaceous grime away
Today marks a year since I've started this blog. I'm thrilled to express my appreciation to all the wonderful people I've met here.
Last Feb 1st, I had little idea where this poetry writing pursuit would lead to but then that's art. We do it because we love it, no matter where it leads us.
Over the year, so much has changed yet some things stayed the same like they always do. Through it all, there has been so much support from the community of poets, writers and artists. I hope we keep supporting each other this way.
This blog is open to prompts, collaborations and is a safe space ♡
Love,
The Creaky Writer
Run Down The Hill
Sweet tinge of petrichor from the freshly mown grass
Our shoes squelching the wet mud as we run
We run down the hill, not a care in the world
Wind whipping the face, a fresh cut feeling
Your laughter and my cloistered joy heavy in the air
In the moment, we get lost, lost like lights in the starry sky
We run down the hill, not a care in the world
Hearts beating fast like the beat to our music
Hyaline handcuffs melting away in the bright sun
Days spent like they’re halcyon in ages to come
We run down the hill, not a care in the world
Dreaming the wildest dreams, looking at the sky for limit
Anticipation
Days spent in a haze
With anticipation the hours glaze
Along with the hurrying wind
Racing and hurtling with adventure it brimmed
Nearing the nightfall and a thousand moments later
The midnight sea roars as it does with ardor
Sleepless nights and starless skies
A void showing the deepest possibilities that belie
-The Creaky Writer
Control
I had a dream
I was learning to drive
The steering in their hand
The accelerator under their foot
Only the illusion of driving under my control
“You try on your own”, I was told
So I gird up to master the wheel
When I see I’m not taking the road I want to at the speed I wish to,
I look down
The steering in their hand
The accelerator under their foot
Only the illusion of driving under my control
The deception goes on till what feels like ages
My mind starts to rot from disuse
My arms almost give up from pretending to steer
My mouth is tired from asking to let go
So I swerve
I swerve a dangerous left without a warning
Just to see if it breaks the monotony
-The Creaky Writer
Strum Of The Strings
There goes the melody
That tugs at the strings of hearts
Craves the companionship of nobody
A beckoning of the calm it imparts
With backs bent double over stress
And mind laden with worry
A note to elate from the distress
Disguised as melancholy’s place of bury
As the sweet tantalizing of the strum
Promises tunes soothing to the soul
No matter what tongue it comes from
So competent of making a part whole
An ocean of emotion you may feel
A thousand feelings to the forth it brings
To hear and to heal
There’s nothing you can’t express with the strum of the strings
Two Cloaked Figures
Two cloaked figures at the end of the street
Sneaking and lurking in the dark of the moonless night
Beware of their nimble hands, lest there be knives in their robes
How would we know they don’t possess knives but only scars?
Scars from their bondage and resistance, hollow trust enveloping like second nature
A path to choice they seek, to a free nowheresville and to life
Two cloaked figures at the end of the street
Sneaking and lurking in the dark of the moonless night
Beware of their fiery spirits and eager appetites
I would know that they’d steal your hearts and make you want to fly
Two cloaked figures at the end of the street
Two lives inspiring hundreds, if only we would see
-The Creaky Writer
A Melancholy Ache
This small corner of the world
Giving me a chance to step into an another
That's all I've ever wanted
And yet this melancholy ache I feel
All these friends have moved on
And I'm still behind trying to reach the cliff
Will the cliff be my flight or fall?
The questions keep me awake and fragile
And the expectations pull me into a slumber
Didn't see it coming, loved where it was going
Those doors I never had the key for were unlocked
How do I close them back now that you took away the key when you left?
I am a rock in most weathers, for me and everyone else
But there comes once in a season shift and I fall apart albeit for a moment
In that vulnerability lies what I wish to conquer
A chance to step into another world, for better or for worse
I want to find out
She's Not Your Enemy
I see through glistening eyes the way you look at her
Like she’s an unleashed monster setting fire to your treasure
I hear through the creaks in my door, what you say to her
The words she is used to, tear my heart asunder
The daggers of hatred shooting from your eyes in this battue
The poisonous spite you spit molding her waxy heart ever since she saw you
She’s not your enemy, yet in her tolerance is an expanse of battleground you find
She’s not your enemy, yet you purge her of the sins that exist in your mind
This is shattering my heart and soul as I ask your anger, “Where are you from?”
She’s not your enemy, yet your treatment of her weighs on my peace when I do anything to becalm
Meet Me In Every Universe
If I can't say it ever, I'll say it now in this verse
Please meet me in every other universe
Even if fate obstructs the path in its crowning
Take my hand, stop me from drowning
You said it feels like family when you spend long enough time
I knew it in my heart your song and mine rhyme
I send out my prayers into the cosmic thread
That unites us in a timeless pool of rearranging emotions unsaid
Our silences have the loudest nostalgia
We sit among words that spell so much that ease my dysphoria
If I can't say it ever, I'll say it now in this verse
Please meet me in every other universe
Winded Path
Walking down the winded path I am aware of the race I’m running, like a dog of its master's death My feet hoped to piroutte to the song of the ocean Now they trudge on rocks that do not bear my name
Speedsters pass by me, leaving me in dust I worry that I won't feel the pelagic melody again, then I go back to my ways I whelve away my poetic longing I'll hate myself for the disonnance and then rage at the world
Tell me not to go down that thought Then shove me further down that spiral I'll squander my youth dreaming of what could have been Then spend my last days resenting what was
This winded road has bartered me a mirage and for my passion Signposts mock my dull stride while I sigh at my nudnik troubles I'll squander my youth dreaming of what could have been Then spend my last days resenting what was
Haunted
Letters were addressed to my misery
They haunt me with the life I left behind
My hand answers the phone, my head races precocious warnings in a litany
The conversation rains spectacularly on my fledgling parade
I’m on an island shore whilst stormy seas await behind the veil
My brittle bones keep me tethered to the choice only I could forbade
The island is prophesied to a glorious sinkage
I send back a message in a bottle of my pretend indifference
My voice is too tired to lament while my heart screams in agony, one life for another to pillage
Incapacitating onism sits in my stomach
The storm is brewing and the center of it, my destiny
I’m haunted by the life I left behind
-The Creaky Writer
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