Discussion A land of “In Between...” - a poetic movement

[Bulletwbttrflywings]

I found myself here, in the land of "in between." A safe space but also a very lonely place, if I could be honest.

I know my time here is limited, but it feels so expansive... I'd like to end it now, but I know I gotta keep holding on...

Like a rat to the cheese on the mousetrap, it's not ending it but it's making it easier... suffocation allows different thoughts to move, and perspectives to change.

So I sit here, drinking my poison, wishing for an end... but I'm stuck here... thinking of better days. Days of pure happiness, without scrutiny. Days where joy felt like normalcy.

I sit here wishing, waiting, hoping it will be...

Better. For me and the rest of these.... people.

Please add more, as I have nothing else to say....

 

[SinisterKid]

Better people?
Should we all strive to achieve
The impossible?

Dreams
Nightmares
of things that were
things that are
and things yet to occur
I see them all.

Please be at peace, let not the concerns of a troubled mind, cloud that happiness of days completed. Do not allow the scrutiny of other imperfect souls to suffocate your perspectives, for they are not comparable to your beauty.

Joy
safe?
lonely?
Empty?
Only those who experience
can truly know.
But hope?
Hope is free to every man, woman and child and should you despair, look to yourself and you will find hope as it burns, deep, within us all.

 

[Bulletwbttrflywings]

Better people?
Should we all strive to achieve
The impossible?

Dreams
Nightmares
of things that were
things that are
and things yet to occur
I see them all.

Please be at peace, let not the concerns of a troubled mind, cloud that happiness of days completed. Do not allow the scrutiny of other imperfect souls to suffocate your perspectives, for they are not comparable to your beauty.

Joy
safe?
lonely?
Empty?
Only those who experience
can truly know.
But hope?
Hope is free to every man, woman and child and should you despair, look to yourself and you will find hope as it burns, deep, within us all.

Burning deep like a fire within without an extinguisher.

Hope.

All we ask for is hope....

To be continued...

 

[oopswronglife]

To be continued...

Here? Or in another venue?
A tiny room with one who listens
Maybe tens of thousands in a hall
Oh the decisions!

Who are we kidding
We have no choice
Who are we speaking to
We have no voice...

 

[SinisterKid]

But if we can shout a little louder
Reach out to all our friends
We can but assure them all
This story does not end

For this tale is ours alone to tell
So heed the words we speak
These lines contain great wisdom
But the truth is yours to seek

Use this time to weave your own stories, find your own truths, reveal who and what you are and stand proud
This world may have no place for us, But here,
Here, we BELONG!

 

[sólstafir]

You see me now, a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
I've been living on the edge so long where the winds of limbo roar
And I'm young enough to look at and far too old to see
All the scars are on the inside...
I'm not sure that there's anything left to me

 

[oopswronglife]

This post is fading and I don't understand
There must be more poets around
It's fun to rhyme and tell stories offhand
So come on and join us to expound

 

[sólstafir]

You see me now, a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
I've been living on the edge so long where the winds of limbo roar
And I'm young enough to look at and far too old to see
All the scars are on the inside...
I'm not sure that there's anything left to me

This is a lyrics from The veteran of Psychic Wars - Blue Oyster Cult .

 

[Rollinggirl]

Life is funny,
One wrong move will derail your life plan,
Time has no mercy,
You got back yourself after all these years?
So what?
No one wants to look at you anymore.
You are old.
And this society plays favouritism.
There is no place for the old, only the young, when you fuck your life when you are young, or shall I say when your parents fuck your life plan when you are young,
The rest of your life may pretty much be determined,
Unless of course,
You found some way to get back up,
Which is always the hardest part.

P.s. kill me....I feel like death...

 

[Black_Knight]

in my room
sipping some wine
while I try to come up with a rhyme
impolitely screaming while I'm dreaming there must be some meaning I can scribe
dusting off the cobwebs from this flawed mind
tonight's not the night for stars to align, though I've heard it's charted in a grander design
I see you push forward so I push back
rebound from my psychic attack
we're getting way off track, cut me some slack
all this plasticity, elasticity, electricity, ensuring change is rationed and reserved
so this way of life can be preserved
getting our tails tangled in knots, playing bumper cars with our thoughts
while a girl in the corner plays the slots
777, no one notices, too busy counting the petals on lotuses, a sound so profound in the name of science we lose our alliance to the circling lions, I counted 42 I bet I did better than you
she smiles with a coin in hand, "I'm getting out of this land, I hope you understand."

 

[Bulletwbttrflywings]

This is a lyrics from The veteran of Psychic Wars - Blue Oyster Cult .

Sometimes the best words are from those who have been brave enough to write them before us.
We ponder and wonder and shy away from opening up in fear of not being accepted.
Where do we find solstice, where do we find peace?

In a place that is deemed, not safe for their space.

So we hide here behind the screen, reaching out to people we've never seen... or have we?

Walking down the street, my eyes meet yours... could you possibly be? A friend on this forum, in person?

But alas, we never meet. Only on here, where it's our safe space.

 

[Bulletwbttrflywings]

Feeling in the middle again, narrowly escaping the pain of the past... but weeping softly as I lay in bed now.

Life passes and I'm forgotten, what's the point?

Feeling like such a fuck up... it doesn't seem like it's going to be better. Maybe tomorrow will sing a different tune.

Until then, my tears will be my solstice, my blanket my comfort, and my dog my watcher.

 

[oopswronglife]

"Hell is other people" a Frenchman once said
If that is the case I must already be dead

It's hard to exist and not be misanthropic
People have driven me to this very topic

Now lest you imagine I have a clouded black view
I know there are good ones and happiness too

But for the life of me I've found them to be far too rare
Most people have not one shred of empathy to spare

I say be gone with them and replace them with cats
Life is much simpler sharing treats and pats

But cats have their limits and are quite bad at maths
So people are needed to maintain our paths

Where those paths are going I am really not sure
I can only keep hoping the destination is pure

 

[Ch92921]

Burning deep like a fire within without an extinguisher.

Hope.

All we ask for is hope....

To be continued...

There is no hope. Hope is not real. Hope is made up by the human mind.

 

[oopswronglife]

There is no hope. Hope is not real. Hope is made up by the human mind.

We are doing poetry here
So please play along
Make it rhyme or fit structure
Even lyrics for a song

While prose is it's own art
Poems stand alone
Make us proud with the effort
Add voice, shape and tone

 

[SinisterKid]

Shed no tears
of joy or sorrow
for tears have no memories
of the pain that lingers
from days long gone

Appearances
my dear
are oft deceptive
hope
burns eternal, do not be afraid
to hope

I shall dance with thee
in this life or the next
that my dear
is my hope

It is towards future days we must look
my dear
our past, our pain
are behind us now
sing with me, dance with me
raise a glass and toast tomorrow my dear
and let that be
your solace.

 

[Black_Knight]

I came from a place, I know not where
Into a world I think isn't very fair
From here where I go is anyone's guess
I hope it's somewhere where I can fix this mess

 

[SinisterKid]

What of this mess you refer to my friend
Could it be the thing we call life?
Its a road, a journey for sure
With its share of trouble and strife

A kiss
Stole the very words from my mouth
I knew from that moment forth
We would always be dancing in the moonlight.

A rose
Never could be a thorn in my side
It radiates beauty in those gossamer petals
A more distinct aroma I have never found.

A memory
Is now all that remains of you
I see you, I smell you in every rose
That blooms where I stored your soul.

A wish
That we could return to the moonlight
Dancing in a tight embrace
But instead all I find
Is ghosts.

 

[oopswronglife]

I tell my tale to others to release some of the pain
But as it turns out its always in vain

While some do hear and kindly commiserate
Far too many just blame, twist, and hate

"It must be your fault...it wouldn't happen to me!"
They scream and shout with no whisp of empathy

I don't want to go, I love being alive
But my future was stolen and I just cannot thrive

Even in death they will not see the light
They will rage at my corpse and still believe they were right

 

[Ch92921]

We are doing poetry here
So please play along
Make it rhyme or fit structure
Even lyrics for a song

While prose is it's own art
Poems stand alone
Make us proud with the effort
Add voice, shape and tone

English and poetry. German is the language of poetry:

Zeit zu gehen

Zeit zu gehen
Ein schweifender Blick durch das karge Zimmer
Sie wirft die kleine Tasche achtlos auf das Bett
Der Mantel ist klamm von dem leichten Regen
Die Haare hängen strähnig im Gesicht
Zeit zu gehen...

 

[SinisterKid]

Here it is in English and maybe something is lost in translation, I dont know

time to go
A wandering look through the barren room
She throws the little bag carelessly on the bed
The coat is clammy from the light rain
The hair is stringy in the face
Time to go...

 

[oopswronglife]

English and poetry. German is the language of poetry:

Zeit zu gehen

Zeit zu gehen
Ein schweifender Blick durch das karge Zimmer
Sie wirft die kleine Tasche achtlos auf das Bett
Der Mantel ist klamm von dem leichten Regen
Die Haare hängen strähnig im Gesicht
Zeit zu gehen...

Sehr schön, danke!

 

[Echoko]

It's a fast game
But not all of us play it the same

Take me out, I'm done
I promise I had a few days of fun

Thanks for the thought of giving me life
But you didn't consider
I wasn't a winner
Caused me all of this strife

 

[SinisterKid]

Fuckin' cosmic
mind blowingly cosmic
where we are caught
between this place and the next
serendipitous inducement of energy
flowing
I know not where or how
I am trapped!

Where are you
when I need you so
that itch only you can scratch
I sense your persona
but out of reach
save me.

I will not, cannot play this, this game
it tortures my mind
unrelenting cruelty
who will alleviate
my suffering?

The needle is cold to the touch, the blade sharp, all I need now
is courage
to do what must be done
I am tired, exhausted of finding myself in between worlds
there is but one solution.

 

[Bulletwbttrflywings]

Feeling the stinging blow of humanity
Is this all it could ever be?
My mind is willing my body to relax
Taking in every last drop then off to hit the sack.

Thoughts wandering to happy times
But only to end in all those humanity mines.

What's wrong with me?
Why can't I be "normal" for real?
Instead of living this double life sword?

I am surrounded by beautiful tortured souls with brilliant minds here,
But the thought of them leaving... sometimes I can't bear.

So I hide away in my darkness with the cruel thought of...

I am alone. I will always be alone.

I may be broken beyond repair, but I am aware.

My time can't come soon enough... but I must wait.

Sitting in a ticking time bomb... my own mine in the field of life.

Waiting. Wishing. Broken. Torn. Here.

 

[SinisterKid]

Have I told you, recently, my memory doth fade,
Like the sun, hiding, cunningly in shade,
Clouding my senses, inert beacon of light,
Obscurity shrouds this cold, desolate night,
Passions aroused, by my dubious word,
Thrusting deep, blood stains my sword,
Lacerates the flesh of your ardour and feeling,
In realization, my senses are reeling,
I see only your pain, drowning in sorrow,
Ransacked, your love will be gone by tomorrow,
Let those words die now, let me make it humane,
Words spoken in anger, cloaked us in chains
Laid to rest, let them drift, let them wane,
Surcease thy sorrow, surcease thy pain.

Pacified,
Assuaged,
I am alone.

 

[ish]

Modlitwa o śmierć /meduza4/

Duszo!
Obróć się w nicość, abym przestał
mieć swą świadomość, bo cóż mi po niej?
Znękany życiem i obolały,
czuję jak Wszechświat w gorączce płonie.

Kwiatku!
Zwiędnij bezpłodnie, aby nie bawić
dłoni i oczu dotykiem piękna.
Nic od cierpienia nie może zbawić
- czuję jak serce na dwoje pęka.

Słońce!
Zaćmij się wreszcie i spadnij z nieba,
zgaśnij bez słowa, rozpłyń się w ciszy.
Nie ma miłości, której mi trzeba,
a mojej skargi nikt nie usłyszy!

Boże!
We własną godność już nie uwierzę.
Chciałem odzyskać resztki mej twarzy
- w lustrze znalazłem skrwawione zwierzę.
Zabij, nim więcej złego się zdarzy!


Translate By Ish & Holly Google:

Prayer for death

Soul!
Turn into nothingness and let me stop
be aware of, what's the next thing for me?
Stressed by life and sore
I feel the universe in a fever burning.
Flower!
Wilt fruitlessly ,not to have fun
hands and eyes touch of beauty.
Nothing can save you from suffering
- I feel like my heart is breaking.
Sun!
Finally darken and fall from the sky,
quench without a word, dissolve in silence.
There is no, love I need
and no one will hear my complaint!
God!
I will not believe in my own dignity.
I wanted to get the rest of my face back
- I found a bloody animal in the mirror.
Kill before more evil happens!
Jacek Dehnel

Samobójcy

Mając za skrzydła w dół przygiętą gałąź
mając za szczudła strugi krwi z nadgarstków
widzą drzwi świata uchylone w całość,
miasto i korab zmieszczone w naparstku.

Ci własną dłonią otworzyli księgę,
a ktoś z litością zawarł im powieki.

Trzymaj pod rękę sznur, brzytwę i leki.
Już twarde fale biją pod okrętem.


Translated Ish & Holly Google

Suicide

Having behind wings bent down branch
Having behind support steams of blood from the wrists
They the door of the world see ajar into nothingness
Life - existence contained in a thimble

These, opened your own hand the Book
Merciful death closes them their eyelids

Keep at hand a cord, razor and medicine
You already hear the oncoming bus.

 

[Echoko]

Fell in love
Fell so hard I hit the floor
Kept on falling when he said
You are nothing but a whore

Prodded and looked at
Touched and admired
All of it left me
Too sad and too tired

Wanted to please
Everyone takes more
Happily they leave me
Sobbing and sore

Can't live with the fear,
The guilt and the worry,
I'll leave this useless body,
Sorry, something to bury.

Pick up the pieces,
It's a terrible day,
None of it matters,
Throw them away.

 

[Bulletwbttrflywings]

Fell in love
Fell so hard I hit the floor
Kept on falling when he said
You are nothing but a whore

Prodded and looked at
Touched and admired
All of it left me
Too sad and too tired

Wanted to please
Everyone takes more
Happily they leave me
Sobbing and sore

Can't live with the fear,
The guilt and the worry,
I'll leave this useless body,
Sorry, something to bury.

Pick up the pieces,
It's a terrible day,
None of it matters,
Throw them away.

This... all the feels. All the torment all the fears.

The day closes in, the night falls fast... I knew this wouldn't last.

Feeling hopeless, feeling drab, feeling like there's a hole in my entire existence... I knew I should have gotten that pistol.

Love is such a fleeting moment, once it's here it's hard to forget it.

Knowing things don't last too long... when will it be when my time is gone?

 

[SinisterKid]

Can I be held responsible
for the things I've seen?
Can I be held responsible
for what might have been?

Can I be held responsible
for the things I've done?
Can I be held responsible
for the days that are gone?

All I have left are
The memories of everything I broke.

Drunken stupors
Drug induced haze
Searching for remnants
of much better days.

I cant be held responsible
for the things you said
I cant be held responsible
for the tears you shed.

I cant be held responsible
for all of your lies
I cant be held responsible
for letting you die.

All that is left are
The memories of everything you broke.

Maybe one day
I can put an end to this pain
The love we once shared
Was never in vain.

All that is left are
The memories of everything we broke.