Submissions by JollisaRose (Jen)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
The Weaver
A golden thread
Caught around my throat
Strangling my life
Frayed and knotted
Through a thousand days of neglect
A tapestry of who I am
Lays unfinished, unframed
Folded up and tucked away
In a forgotten drawer
For an eternity
Waiting for the weaver
To remember her calling
To become one with the cord
And untangle the solitary disarray
Of an eon of unattended agony
For her to finally reveal the panorama
Of an inner countryside
That has been lost
And has waited a thousand nights
To be rediscovered again
Caught around my throat
Strangling my life
Frayed and knotted
Through a thousand days of neglect
A tapestry of who I am
Lays unfinished, unframed
Folded up and tucked away
In a forgotten drawer
For an eternity
Waiting for the weaver
To remember her calling
To become one with the cord
And untangle the solitary disarray
Of an eon of unattended agony
For her to finally reveal the panorama
Of an inner countryside
That has been lost
And has waited a thousand nights
To be rediscovered again
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Castle of Illusion
Locked up in a castle of illusion
Where nothing is real
Except the ever-changing reality
Which does not exist
And although everything is as it appears to be
Nothing is, ever was or ever will be
And in the chaos of confusion
Conflicting needs rule
With disorder reigning
To control what can't be controlled
Eyes wide shut in a dibillitating blindness
With ears openly closed
As silent screams drown out all noise
In the deafening quiet that permeates the fragmented whole...
Where nothing is real
Except the ever-changing reality
Which does not exist
And although everything is as it appears to be
Nothing is, ever was or ever will be
And in the chaos of confusion
Conflicting needs rule
With disorder reigning
To control what can't be controlled
Eyes wide shut in a dibillitating blindness
With ears openly closed
As silent screams drown out all noise
In the deafening quiet that permeates the fragmented whole...
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Reasons
A world full of contradictions
Unfolding life is randomly synchronistic
Reality is unreal and the truth is a lie
In the timeless time, the gentle monster roars with rage
And we make friends with our enemies
Hurting those we protect
We live to die, yet die to live
There is birth in death!
Sadness is full of joy
Hate, so filled with love
What is bad is good
As thunder claps in the sunshine
There is silence amidst all the noise
And chaos is in order
Waiting... we rush around
Looking for what we can't see
It is within our reach and...
Unfolding life is randomly synchronistic
Reality is unreal and the truth is a lie
In the timeless time, the gentle monster roars with rage
And we make friends with our enemies
Hurting those we protect
We live to die, yet die to live
There is birth in death!
Sadness is full of joy
Hate, so filled with love
What is bad is good
As thunder claps in the sunshine
There is silence amidst all the noise
And chaos is in order
Waiting... we rush around
Looking for what we can't see
It is within our reach and...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by JollisaRose (Jen)