No one

I lost my ability to write for a while, so sorry to anyone I may have been working with or sharing poems with. I'm slowly gaining back the strength to write. Another month and I'll be back on my feet.

With the shouts of the disloyal

And the shadow of no one under the sunlight

With the tears of their sorrow

And the sweat of their fight

With their blood and their morals

Their spite hatred and might, delight in the cruelties night and call yourself right like things are black or white

Bite into the apple, battle, make this kingdom your castle, release your maniacal jackals and call me an a*****e, my life is a hassle

The syllables in the words, labeled invisible never heard, blurred ink on the paper, deserted by its maker faded into later like the heat of the equator, unseen under the aviators evasive layers of reality the heart and knowledge fallen like garbaged harvested and harnessed under the light of the dishonest, unwanted, undaunted, but still haunted regardless

Divisible in their worth, unforgivable in their birth, turned into another page to burn for being human, for being different, lifted by the fact that we come from the same being, the same semen, the same evil

Unforgettably real the road I’ve learned, burned into my mind, inserted into my spine, feeding on my pride, aligned with my right side but left behind in despair fully aware of its heritage waiting to bridge the sacrilege the patronage of the labelless able just to fail which isn’t different from a nameless fish that calls the ocean it’s home, parish in the bareness of a world bigger than a man, a handful of sand on the beaches breaching the reaches of heaven, sending 11 billion castles into the waves washing away with the dreams of yesterday

Insurmountable, I’ve been held accountable for the hate that I’ve earned alone, the knowledge of words, yearn for something better, but never have it, lavish with the savage gladness to wreak havoc on the sadists until the sadness consumes them and rules them better than it knew them blooming into the avatar of a human being

There are things that I’ve learned, the saga you burned, so palpable, words, this effort won’t amount to goals, I’m not a sociable person, not an approachable figure, the isolation patiently worsening bigger in my concentration latent baited hatred lingers made it my signature, my ink withers, but words merge looking to trigger things and the changes they bring heal my ligaments sing to a song for as long as I can, until I’m gone in the sands of time, the glands of human conscience aligning myself in the rhyming suicidal darkness alive inside the hide of a word beast confined

Fight regardless but I will hold on to victory until the moment it goes solo, try to be marvelous in the shine of the stardust until I retreat into the shadows of now and fade into history in the mystery listening wishing to continue whistling into the sky glistening until my last breath leaves me breezy, my words precede me a seed of being wilting a drop of wishful thinking sinking into the night sky lake breaking into the depths and crept inside decrepit and wild smiling behind the eyelids of the morning clouds, allow me to howl at the moon and swoon with the wind, bringing in the only things that can satisfy me, words, let me begin to understand the situation I’m in, let me sin, let me love, let me live, let me give and lift my burden, hold my heart and heal my hurting

Failure is irreversible, I cannot pay the toll so I stay here in a prison world, I walk alone, but I’ve been shown everything I’ve ever known

Culture shock at home, vulture’s flock I rot in tomes, write down my words, every work I know, every syllable and feel like my physical body is caressing a soul that is rotting goals applicable to be more than something literal, more than lyrical in this spherical miracle, eerie but full of things that bring a tear to my eye, despite the hatred I despise

Ragged and spurned like burning words yearning to earn some freedom some turning point to hold bold enough to be born into a world that is war-torn with itself

Flip a coin heads or tails I’m just a boy, anyone else can see that

So don’t toy with me, even if your royalty coiling around foiling my very being like a snake go slither back into some scissors while I deliver the only thing I’m good for, words

I may be worthless but this s**t is worth more than the spit you see, the things that be, the cuts that bleed, see through the monotony, not some disease, pleased to leave you feeling freed to be the being you wish to be, hold the world in your hands, and plan to grab the heavens with your seven fingers,

But leave me to my misery

Because it appears to be more elaborate than a symphony, more elegant than the air we breathe, more important than honestly, stronger than previously, deviously seriously curiously furiously deliriously in front of me so lovely sweet as honey, devious, salty as sweat, I worked hard remembering for this heavenly cemetery of words to be buried in memories, decaying dreams, and novelties

Elementary as gravity even if just to be seen as something constantly vomiting apologies so beautifully that I cannot see anything but this heart that beats, this tongue that leaves the words luxuriously painted on my mind like a tattoo, bruised like an engraving shaved off the metal never settling for the hard parts that rattle inside my corpse of course speaking in morse code coarse enough remorseless through abortion forcing the oceans from their beds in the dread of a world of dead memories inside my head let these words be read and you’ll see that I have said something before eventually succumbing to the nothing of insanity, landing me as part of humanity even if it’s only fantasy, I told my story, I shed my worry, in the flurry of blades I flourished, in the stutters of my heart I found courage, emerging nourished to know how far I’d go to pretend to be something

To be something, say something, live loving, die somebody

Rather than nothing but the insufferable muffling hollow silence that shatters my scattered chattering, wish for a happy ever after that’s not happening, a sapling cannot be a tree without soil, boil the toiled coils of humanity, the chains of mortality, the strength of morality, the poison that leaves me fragilely cowardly empowering myself hourly until I bow and bleed back into a reality in which I’m a captive, and these rhymes never happened, where the people were laughing, and the happy ever after was nothing more than a disaster in the pastures of what could have been

Drown myself in sin to win your freedom, the reason to continue dreaming, to pretending I’m being something, to be nothing but your hero

I cry tears of rust as I lust for the past, but that memory won’t last and I can’t change the present

Despite my defiance denying the righteous hatred you had for me, the gravity and suavity of the emptiness I feel, this world isn’t real, the painted words of blood, the tears of ink on my bodies started to peel, as I continue to think, to hope to feel, to steal reality, and create what’s real

And remove my armored words from my body, my shell that were never heard, murdered yells, tear back parts of me I haven’t seen in years, sterner than the beef on the back burner, the hell, the fear, and the dreams that were dear and are now seen on display, degraded in front of the mirror, seems I’m hated even here

 

Beneath the birth of the physical, the rights of the original, the biting residual pain clinically subliminal

Critically inconsiderably miserable, stained pitiful with my pious syllables, misunderstood brain, submersible irreversible a person a relivable lane unreliable pain that I came from lost under the sun unlike anyone, red under the moon permitting that I’m admittingly, swimming continually in my blood, let me forget everything, and sink back into the mud, the sins of everyone, let me end where I have begun, from the words of someone everyone has forgotten, someone misunderstood, ill-gotten, a scream that could never do any good, never be heard, straight from the mouth, the lungs, the words of no one

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

wow incredible write you have written here.
a long poem
very deep honest and truly personal laying it all on the page and lines
very good read
thanks for entering this into my competition, good luck

[Jack O]

I like this. and I will type 25 more characters so you can read why I replied. GJ.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You tell the raw, suffering truth of yourself in each word Jack. Your sacred soul and goodness show themselves in every brilliant line, every rhythmic beat, every wondrous rhyme of this confessional. Master Class rhyme within Master Class lines. Only you can write in blood like this, like the great beat poets. You are a survivor, a courageous and brave spirit fighting to free the words. Kudos and blessings always.

[.]

You are wrong saying, you lost your ability to write for a while. ...that's not true. It was just a brake when you renew your thoughts to come up with a great idea to compose a more beautiful piece... better than the previous ones. You always encourage others to write,... know that there are lots of people who will encourage you to write...may be I am one of them. Ups and downs are common, so nothing to worry about that. I am glad you didn't give up. Keep it up with that spirit.

Next, coming to your poem, I loved the theme. You always have great ideas ready to release through the best combination of words. The last part really has overflowing emotions. To be very frank, it scared me and created a lots of fear till I reached the last line... really frustrated. But still, I liked it because it resembles the ability to drown the readers into the feelings of the poet.

I should be different today for this new poem...
"You are thrown into to the fight,
For the God made you enough strong from inside."

Thanks for sharing,
Keep writing and Good Luck for the next one.

-MC

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

You always encourage me, sorry the poem frustrated you. I've just had a hard time lately. I'm always deal with the chance of depression every month. It's become routine. But I always pull through in the end. One of the reasons why I get through my depressions is venting through poetry. Even that was hard to do this time though. I'll rebuild. More importantly, you're always brightening my spirits with your art and poetry, and I feel supported by you. I hope I can do the same for you like a good friend should. Don't worry about me though. I always pull through in the end. And I'll always keep writing. Thank you for making me feel like a true poet, you make me feel better.

[wordman]

great story jack,powerful piece

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thanks wordman!

[wordman]

you`re welcome