Lightly and Heavy as It Seemed

Latent eyes of how deep you can really go and how little time you can be out there for.

In the hollow scheme of things I could never gamble on the long nights that seemed it acted tough yet delicate when touched, but I always remember what my dad use to say " Never show fear and the monsters won't get ya." 

       Nowadays I hang around windows thinking its not that easy to hide or just forget so it fades away like those lightening storms that you couldn't get enough of, how enduring teasing tomorrow with war-light. Evening grief, afternoon sorrows in time do I set fire my religious beliefs on the broken glass that was once today? Running answers by questions that never fall in love only collide and crash, like this one How can I lay still when the past keeps chasing me instead memories chasing the past?

  In silence I've always caught myself disagreeing with the Future & 

                I just want you and miss how you've gave anchored promises that will kept me alive as it crawled into my bed to hold on throughout the nights and in the mornings of remembering from absence. Missed how you gave me memories that gives me a reason to blow the dust off every day. 

      Facing years burning confronting time on fire, out & in I run among reality storms that kept you evenly paced with words of whats been eating you up, How a natural phenomenon automatically pops one word in your mind " Its beautiful"  from simultaneously giving me promises that will keep me up stirring madness, that will give me pain that only gets comfortable enough in the freezing cold and love that makes me bad at believing. 

    

Author's Note

Dont know feels like a poem yet a short story, I just went with the flow.

Reviews

[Neville]

... for what its worth, I would say it looks like a short story on the page, as writ ... but in my head it reads and sounds prose like .. and if the form was tweaked it might mutate and become a most beautiful poem ...

It matters not one micro dot
whether poetry prose or tale
I think this post has got the lot
wish the copywrite was for sale

... Neville :)

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

It's weird feels like a poem when I was writing and turned into something and I'll take your advice might need some tweaking thanks for that :). Thanks for stopping by

[Neville]

poetry comes in many shapes and sizes... I like this just as it is ........... tis quite lovely my friend
.. Neville

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The opening paragraph/stanza helps the reader to relate as we have all been there. The rest reads in such a sad, desperately sad attempt to hold on to love and life and belief in the face of the challenges of disappointment.

[Chris]

I had - HAD - to pause after the first para to say... I used to play with the monsters under my bed way back when ...was less mean, lonely, and scary I guess. Anyways, back to it.

It feels like a poem... and speaks as one.

So few seem to understand their own memories yet alone how those memories actually relate to their encapsulated world. It isn't easy finding one's self let alone speaking...

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

We are always preoccupied with memory and expectation. I believe consciousness creates reality and reality doesn't create consciousness. Thanks for stopping by and yes monsters under the bed was a scary thing for a child haha sometimes parents put that in their head to scare them to sleep.

[Chris]

oh...no...there really are monsters. And some of us knew them ...personally.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

The real world is where the monsters are but takes bravery to stand up each day and look them in the eyes and say "not yet"

[Coyote Poetry]

The words dig deep into the reader Andrew.
" Facing years burning confronting time on fire, out & in I run among reality storms that kept you evenly paced with words of whats been eating you up, How a natural phenomenon automatically pops one word in your mind " Its beautiful" from simultaneously giving me promises that will keep me up stirring madness, that will give me pain that only gets comfortable enough in the freezing cold and love that makes me bad at believing."
The above lines. Said everything and you made the reader feel every emotion. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Thanks I feel accomplished. I love writing but it's been awhile I've been on here. Follow my insta @andrwjacksonable . I post most of my writings there but with my original photography. Thanks again I look forward to reading you.

[Coyote Poetry]

Okay. I will do now and you are welcome.

[Victim of cyber bully a..]

I guess this is like a prose. Morning stroll after heavy sleep. It's like a drug what can create divine emotions and sensations. No logic is need it here just complet freedom and flying high at own universe. Your writing is certainly close to my heart. And prose is something what i cannot still do right. But you show me it's possible thanks for that. And same to you don't stop live and write .

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Absolutely true, to be free of thoughts yet potent in one's own sunsets that metaphoric beginning and end of something. I sincerely appreciate your kind words and inspiration.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

It read like a poetic prose, first a prose but a poetic one. I really like the penultimate stanza/paragraph that was really well written, to blow the dust off seemed to mean to not allow the dust to bury you alive in defeat and that was clear and a powerful expression of emotion. Wonderfully explained and expressed . Tyfs

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I've intended to have a letter structure but a poetic one yet free without metrical structure. Thanks for seeing that :).. and a wonderful review.

[barleygirl]

This is definitely poetic prose, no classifications required. I love your artful wording & interesting flow of thoughts. This can be read as a stream, kinda like how you say it was written, just enjoying the wordplay & possibilities presented. Or it can be read as a slow stop-and-go, pondering each point you make, which is worthy of at least one or two stabs of introspection. All in all, I get the sense that I used to overthink everything when I was younger, as I think most do . . . but now in the autumn of my life, all those answers & distinctions don't mean diddly-squat in the bigger scheme of life. Maybe we shouldn't have delved so much & simply observed more (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I'm going to leave it as a writer I get too jugdemental on my pieces or when I'm writing I overthink whats flowing haha. I love your review wish their was a heart button. Thanks for stopping by sincerely your friend in writing and life

[barleygirl]

On FB I use only hearts . . . no other emoticons . . . I definitely wish there was an easy route to heart at the cafe, but I requires searching for one, then copying it, & by that time I would forget where the hell I meant to paste it!??!!?

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I know the feeling and by that time i give up haha.. right now just reviewing cause hit writers block. Maybe melancholic Mozart's beautifully crafted piano concertos with help open me up. I don't know haha

[Wórdsmíth]

realistic & pretty observing..

admire these lines: " past keeps chasing me instead memories chasing the past.." i did watch a short screenplay scene of movie throu' your words, honestly speaking.

looking forward to reading your work.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I appreciate your feedback and you as well sincerely your friend in poetry and life

[Wórdsmíth]

sure - i tried to join you on facebook yesternight, perhaps your link mentioned on profile didn't work...

... so i subscribed to your 'youtube' channel; listened to one of your songs w/ guitar. looking forward to your videos and work.