POETRY by CHOPPAT

Eventually Motionless

Drawn together like a moth to a flame
Physical attraction in motion

Gifts, flowers and a lot of flattery
Poetry in motion

Seasons pass on Cloud Nine
Happiness in motion

Explained the need for personal space
Flavor-search in motion

Every good thing must end
Fear of commitment in motion

Tears. Heartache. Reason
Emotionless in motion

Another colored her life
Jealousy in motion

The old brush was welcome. No color flowed
Stubbornness in motion

Cursed. Hurt. Retaliation in kind
Relativity in motion

There is still love. Hate too
Love-hate in motion

Now, time has passed over the relentless relation
Irreparable damage in motion

Hard to admit, heart still longs for those moments
Mind over matter in motion

Now remains only…
Regret. Heartache. And the invisibility of my love

The Solitude

The shadows lift
Giving way to the light
Her movement slow, the path well defined
Mirrors loom ahead. She slows
Reflection her biggest enemy. She avoids
Her face in the glass. She flinches
Despair or a moment's happiness. She keeps her pace
Steps a little shaky. Faltering
Moving on. Without choice

Her only happiness. Within those walls
She had to go on
Her footsteps alerts everyone
Presents, gifts and loving promised
They come flocking, showering beautiful words
Skin so soft, eyes so pretty, smile a million dollars
Her gracious movement. Her glamorous dress.
Lost on her audience.

Visiting times over. She dreads the long wait
Her day spent in bliss. For this is the alternative.
Thunderous applause. All for her.
Yet, it will never be the same.

Walking painful. She touches her face.
Whiteout. Memories.
Crash. Screams. Blinding pain.
That fateful night. Scarred for life.
Beauty is not only skin deep. It's a visitor
She turned the corner
Her final glimpse of the house of the blind,
...her final solitude.

Murder

Everything was in place
He was ready. Tonight was the night
Blood pounding in ears
Primed for the blood to end the fight

Stealth was his friend. Secrecy his tool in trade
He has to end it, before his anger cools
The knife gleamed in the moonlight
The night was his. There were no rules

Out of the fog, the target materialized
Moving closer, with sadistic glee
Stab. Slash. Blood
Final breath. Face frozen. Now to flee

He stood basking in glory
Revenge was his name
Death resounded through his mind
Just the thrill of the kill. There was no Shame

Elated. His vow fulfilled
Fade to black. End credits appear
One task remain before retiring
To turn-off his console. His PlayStation gear

The Lock

Like a successful commercial
It creeps into your mind
Promising what it can’t deliver
Yet we are bound to it
Traditions, religion and heritage
The mundane life begins

The beauty of the past broken
Becoming reckless. Nothing matters
For there’s always the return
It will remain as promised
Reflects both sides of the lock
If only we’d try. We can fulfill. But few do.

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