A Collection of Poetry

A collection of the poetry I've written and still thought was good after a month or so.

What Can One Do?

In the most desperate, hopeless, irredeemable plight

When out of your mind has fled the fight

And all the day has turned to Night

what can one do, but hope?

What can one do, but try?

What can one do, but pray and cry

and plead and beg and die?

On death’s doorstep, all is lost

and one feels heavy in his heart  

 Knowing good can never win,

Knowing enemies watch over,

Knowing there is no escape.

In such a discouraging, lonely place,

what can one do, but hope?

What can one do, but despair?

What can one do, but weep and weep,

shedding tears ‘till desert becomes a sea?

What can one do, but drown and choke?

What can one do, but breathe the smoke?

What can one do, but hope and try,

and plead and beg and die?

If the oceans dry up and the mountains crumble

and disease is spreading endlessly

and minds are spinning

and evil is winning

What can one do, but resign?

What can one do, but back down and bail out

and concede and give in and comply?

What can one do, but submit and surrender?

What can one do, but try?

What can one do, but give up and cave in

And plead and beg and die?

When mercy is scarce

and loathing is strong

and darkness overrules

The world stops turning and people stop earning

and life shrivels up and towers crash

The ones in charge all seem like fools.

What can one do, but hide?

What can one do, but cover and bury,

withhold and lock up and disguise?

What can one do, but veil?

What can one do, but stifle and cloak?

What can one do, but suppress and eclipse

and smuggle and shield and protect?

What can one do, but try?

What can one do, but make feeble attempts,

and plead and beg and die?

When the hunters are hunted

there’s no place to go,

No spot that is safe

and no time to be slow,

What can one do, but run?

What can one do, but flee and abandon

depart and desert and retreat?

What is there to do, but make your escape

and abscond and evade and elude and take off?

Leave all behind and live with the loss,

Remembering how you abandoned

deserted, rejected, forsook!

What can one do, but live with the lies,

In your head hearing their echoing cries?

What can one do, but try to survive

and plead and beg and die?

 

What can one do, but pray and hope,

and hide and drown and choke and cry,

give up, give in, back down, comply?

What can one do, but curl and groan

and writhe and whimper and lie?

What can one do, but say goodbye,

Abandon, desert, and live with the lie,

and plead and beg and die?

What can one do?

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The Window in the Darkest Room

My life is so full of

Things I need to fix

and do you know 

where I go

When things are not okay?

I go to the darkest room.

 

The stars outside the window

In the darkest room

All seem to say

It can wait,

 I Don't need to fix those things today,

 

The piano in the darkest room

Can be my escape

I keep the curtains closed

And just play to play

I keep the curtains closed

And I just play to play.

 

The window in the darkest room

Letting moonlight in

It only reminds me

Of all the things I need to fix

It scatters my thoughts,

Scatters my mind,

The stars in the sky...

 

My life is so full of

Things I need to fix

But the piano in

The darkest room

Can be my escape

From this ghostly state

And all the stars seem to echo

Inside my scattered brain

That it's okay,

I'll be okay

If I let the curtain fall

And just play to play.

 

If I let the curtain fall

Over the window in the darkest room

And just play to play.

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Imaginary Friends

I am imaginary

Never really seen,

But one little girl I know

is so very keen

On keeping me here to grow.

So

She speaks to me every day

and these are the things she will say:

 

I just want to talk

About my pretty rock.

Here's the lock

to my treasure chest.

It holds rocks.

Now I will knock

To open the lock

So we can see

My pretty rock.

Oh no, I can't find my Sock!

Mother says, tick tock, tick tock.

 

Now let's take my rock

For a little walk.

Perhaps we could go to the dock?

 

And then people mock

My poor little girl

For speaking to me

(Who they can't really see)

About a pretty rock.

Then she twists a curl

And almost laughs

"They don't know anything,"

Whispers my girl.

She knows I am real.

 

But I am imaginary,

Never really seen.

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Spiral Staircase

There used to be another 

Half to me

The one I see in mirrors

The one that's gone.

And since it left I've felt so empty

Just a ghost of what I used to be.

 

Sometimes at night 

When they're asleep

I climb the twisted spiral staircase

To see the mirror

The one that shows 

The other half of me.

 

The mirror at the top

Of that twisted spiral staircase,

It shows me what I want to see,

And what I hate to see.

It shows me what I could be

If only I had saved it,

The other half of me.

 

Now I'm a night owl

When I don't mean to be

And all because I'm haunted by

The other half of me.

When I try to fall asleep

The mirror whispers to me,

 

Get out of bed, please come and see,

What you could be

If only you were quicker, stronger

Hadn't left the rest of you

To die, but like the best of you

Nothing lasts forever.

 

But you still lost

The part of you

You could not stand to lose

And now there's only have of you

And now you're alone.

More alone than you ever thought 

That you could ever be,

Not even in the darkest

Of your dark and wild dreams.

 

So I climb the stairs so creakily

And once again I am able to see

What it is that I could be

If only I was quicker, stronger

And left behind, left to die,

The other half of me.

 

 

Author's Note

Please critique and give suggestions for improvement :)