The-Poetry-Cafe

Unfolding memories, like a weird movie, play within my mind— A reel that refuses to unwind, looping selective imagery. A dance of repetition, certain words and phrases collide, Worlds entangled, a vortex in time. Places shift, yet remain the same, Discriminatory pauses etched into my brain. Programmed, perhaps, or a code to break one day, Deja vu, each moment old yet new. What does it mean, this tangled thread of existence? Sensing another plain, a whisper of elsewhere. Listen closely to the echoes, the unspoken truths, Messages to ourselves, unread, awaiting revelation. Can we decode our own essence before we past, Or is that knowledge reserved for another place and time? In the silence, let us listen, for within lies the key, Unlocking the mystery of our souls. Each memory a piece of the puzzle, A fragment of the past that shapes our present. A mirror reflecting our innermost fears and desires, A map leading us to our true selves. Embrace the weirdness, the

She slips into the room each morning as I flip on my computer and begin work announcing her presence with uplifted tail and golden eyes that seem to glow from mischief Sometimes she grips at my swivel chair claws tugging the fabric sometimes she leaps atop pillows to peer out the window meowing until I open it onto the screen and sometimes she just curls up on my bed to drift into a deep slumber Regardless of her chosen state whenever I take a break for water or a snack she trails along like a small furry shadow who is wont to flop onto her back and trill eager for a belly rub or a plush weasel with which

I look into your eyes, But you’re nowhere to be found. There is no spark of recognition there As though I am a stranger, A mere wild animal to be hunted. Everything familiar in you has rotted away. There is loss here, but nothing to bury And nowhere to return in remembrance. All that’s left is to— RUN! ... In an effort to avoid the same fate.

Good people still exist Count them with my fist Not one but three I think I'm suddenly free Wishes come true In green or in blue I think I love you I'm missing you too My own breakthrough Suddenly I can fly Touch the highest sky Saying now goodbye I really want to try Suddenly I dare to speak I'm not longer so weak I feel suddenly so strong Knowing where I belong Nothing feels wrong Once upon a happy song There was a good time Enjoy this nice rhyme Be cool and be wise Everyday is a new surprise Surprises I find When I leave it behind Ready for something more Feeling not longer insecure Freedom inside my veins Happiness for sure remains Jill

Running in place becomes tiring. There is a destination, But it remains equidistant As though I’m within a hamster wheel, The bars blocking me in for more Hopeless, Fruitless, Spinning out.

The night drapes over me, a shroud as dark as a vanquished spirit. My head, heavy, bows under the weight of sorrow, Visions of this world's relentless terrors etched deep within the folds of thought. Will this shadow ever lift? Can we turn a blind eye? Dreams of honor, courage, and purity plunge into an abyss, buried beneath concrete and earth. My heart, weary from the struggle, pulses with a tormenting rhythm. A glimpse of lives once carefree, dancing in ignorance or indifference to the looming storms, under ominous clouds pregnant with fury. When the final flame flickers out, who will stand to bear witness? Maybe, just maybe, a tender rain will fall, rousing us from our stupor, washing away the grime of yesteryears.

In the caverns of existence, Where shadows dance with fractured light, Nihilism whispers secrets to the wind, And existential dread weaves its strange design. The stars, indifferent and ancient, Gaze upon our fragile souls, Their cosmic eyes devoid of judgment, For they know not of purpose anymore. We wander through the void, Seeking solace in empty spaces, Our hearts echoing the void's refrain: "All is dust, all is fleeting." Existence, a paradoxical gift, Bestowed upon us without consent, Freedom, both blessing and curse, As we grapple with its weight. Choices like fractured mirrors, Reflecting many of paths, Yet each road leads to the same dark abyss, Where meaning crumbles like ancient stones. In the quiet of the darkness, Existential dread unfolds its wings, A raven-black specter perched upon our chests, Its talons digging into our ribs. We question the stars, the gods, ourselves, Yearning for answers that elude our grasp, Yet the void remains silent, Its laughter echoing

Once upon a time, in the quaint town of Evergreen, a feral kitten with a coat as wild as the forest itself wandered into the life of a kind-hearted man named Doug. He discovered her one chilly morning, her soft mews echoing through the stillness, and named her Crazy Cat in homage to her untamable spirit. Doug and Crazy Cat quickly formed an unbreakable bond. As the years passed, Doug's life blossomed – he moved from a cramped apartment to a beautiful house with a flourishing garden and married Jonnette, a gentle soul deeply connected to nature and magic through her practice of Wicca. Jonnette found solace in Crazy Cat's presence and soon noticed the extraordinary abilities the feline possessed. Jonnette adored Crazy Cat and understood that the cat had unusual abilities. Crazy Cat could come and go as she pleased, without any doors being opened for her, and she was an extraordinary hunter. Crazy Cat moved with an ethereal grace displaying a prowess that bordered on the mystical.

Standing Still Stranded on this island Floor is caving away No escape in sight Trapped You through me a rope I start to climb SNAP Back to the bottom I go Unable to get up To climb out Fresh air So far away Glimpses of light Only to go back to darkness Can’t move forward Stuck Standing Still I cannot gain traction Hopes and dreams are wasted time No action to move Stranded and Standing Still Something must change C. Matthew Sieradzki 5/20/2022 1717

Eventually love shall win from pain Sunshine is there always after rain Eventually love will win from war I've come in my life so really far Everyone have their own dark scar Everyone can shine like a bright star Eventually dreams will come true We are equally in everything we do The backpack with love I have for you So all my dreams will soon come true Because I really believe I suppose I really believe and I'm so very close The backpack with love I've get Not everything is deep inside my head I want to follow my own healing heart I hope today with that I can start Because I hope for a world that is better I pray for a world where dreams not shatter I pray for a world where people do not fight The backpack of love makes it all alright Because this love I've share with you and me The backpack of love eventually makes me free Jill

Verse 1: I'm drowning on dry land, This is the only life I've ever known Ain't no one to lend me a hand No wind to navigate me home Chorus: I need a miracle to save me From this lonely prison of depression I need a ray of light to guide me Out of this dark abyss of nothingness Verse 2: I feel my life slowly fading away, My soul is in an abyss of dismay The darkness choking me, No way out this self-made cage Chorus: I need a miracle to save me From this lonely prison of depression I need a ray of light to guide me Out of this dark abyss of no hope Bridge: But I won't give up, I won't let go There's still a spark in me, I know There's more to life than this sorrow There's a new day waiting for me tomorrow Verse 3: My eyes are heavy with sorrow, My spirit is dejected and hollow I cannot move, I'm frozen solid A prison of pain with no escape, I'm lost in this abyss Chorus: I need a miracle to save me From this lonely prison of depression I need a ray of light to guide me Out of this

The feeling of tender lips that gently touch each other And hands that softly glide over bodies Laughing and crying together Loving embraces All in memory Faded, forgotten The feeling of a tender kiss And hands that softly glide over bodies What was that again? German version: Das Gefühl von zarten Lippen, die einander sacht berühren Und Hände, die sanft über Körper streichen Gemeinsames Lachen und Weinen Liebevolle Umarmungen Alles in Erinnerungen Verblasst, Vergessen Das Gefühl von einem zarten Kuss und Händen, die über Körper streichen Wie war das noch gleich?

The harsh fluorescent lights Are a poor substitute For the tapestry of stars outside Or the dimmer lights of home. I feel a headache coming on, But I’m not free to leave. The ones who get a say See only dollar signs.

You stand alone in midnight streets Where they left you to the cold At the intersection where you’d meet Before your company grew old. It’s a habit set into your bones To linger and ruminate, But to find somewhere to call home You must break this habit’s sway.

Loosely keeping an open ear Hearing the new is always as close As seeing the new become more near Time slides away The loose ear Now only hears fear Another generation of war heroes Another year of keeping the open ear It actually gets easier Stomach gets queasier Please don't talk so near I wish not to hear what my eyes have learnt to see That makes it seem double or more to me Suburbs swallowed urbanisation It wastes no time No time to both see and hear what is new or more near I'm no fool fear is the cause of fear Still I can shut my eyes easier than Plug my ears, music gets louder The song of fear is now in my music The sight of fear is now in my movies Makes it seem double or more My limbic nerve cannot sort it all out These things are too frequent - too near Again the isotope decays And years become days Now I can see for myself how to cope Walking in life on the tightrope Now my attenuation can absorb a nation Overload barred in my hindbrain My friends gossip, so much

the first to arrive, the first to leave, but what I need- is You, -whoever that shall be.