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Compelled

Compelled by the wintry weather

We stayed in, the haven from the chill a tether

Walked along the corridor past the Christmas tree

Standing there lighting up the December spree

Compelled by the delicate décor so incandescent

With the radiance from the light subtle and ever so pleasant

Absorbing the inherent warmth it gave off

Loneliness replaced by compassionate comfort into which we morph

Compelled by a rustle, we discerned a diminutive life in there

Wriggling in there  somewhere

And there it was, a sweet little spider

All alone, spinning his web, an intricate thing he would embroider

Compelled by the tiny form of life making its poem

We let him be, named him Ted, now a part of our humble human-arachnid dome

Ted would sit tight everyday, sight of him making us pause a moment

For all, he gave us certainty until he wasn’t

Compelled by Ted’s impact, we left the shrine untouched

That must have brought home an even tinier one, Ted Jr, to who’s reassuring presence we clutched

And modestly the unmarred web spanned

Making us wonder while creating Ted’s own little hinterland

Scurry Of Movement

Walked down the street feeling all the weight in the world

Past the flurry of life, not really noticing

As my head head wandered where the burden unfurled

Thoughts brimmed in the mind clouding my vision

Unbeknownst of my way, I strayed

Strayed into the undergrowth floored with abscission

Heard a twig break and a scurry of movement

That tugged me back to reality

A tiny squirrel looked up, now with which my mind was confluent

Shone its beetle eyes on me, freeing the shackles in my gut and making me smile

Looked in my bag, found some food and a text message to get home

Five minutes more, I replied as I offered my little host a cranberry and sat down for a while

New Bones

Staring down at the city, I see an expanse of lives

Unsettling sonder settles on my heart

Their hustle, their battles, their nine-to-fives

What was thought, let down; what was created, destroyed part by part

The wave hit land after land

Wrecking devastation through thick and thin

Homes swallowed, health crippled, hope abandoned

Broken dreams courting desperation and disappointment akin

They say there's light at the end of the tunnel

But the tunnel is long stretch of swamp we walk barefooted

Because the only way is forward even if you have suffer and pummel

For world shook from its topmost canopies and its deepest roots uprooted

What now?

New bones, the rippled reality asks for

New bones from the ruins and decay of the weary

New bones of thought, vision and compassion to the core

New bones to survive and build back, to the future we ferry

If Only

Years ago, we played as one

We picked each other up, doubts were none

Summers went by and we grew

Still thick as thieves but trouble did brew

Handling the rose thorns and splinters

Was the least I could do but then came the winters

With time came bruises, healed but scarred

Wish I could look past them but I upped my guard

If only things were different, simple and pure

The blood we’re bound by could have been the cure

Yet, life is complicated

You wait for fruit with breath so bated

I sit and watch as twists knot

Hoping you won’t let it rot

Your battles, after all, showed you the way, like a comet in a constellation of stars

But know I’m here if our paths ever should cross

Hear The River

The river speaks and I hear it flow

Hear it meander

Hear it run fast and slow

Gleaming with life so full of wonder

Like all things that end up in the big scheme

The river flows to converge in the sea

The end of the river it may seem

But, my friend, it only grows into the biggest state it could be

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Poem & image by The Creaky Writer

Chaos In My Head

The heart swells with emotion

But the muscles refuse to give it away

The mind begs for peace and quiet

But the body finds itself in an ocean of people

Up the road and into the house, I bring myself

Stinging silence calming the chaos in my head

Hands find the food

Legs go to the window ledge

Thoughts swim and collide into one another

A vague dinner conversation with myself

I’m joined by the occasional rumble of the thunder

As I stare into the night, feeding off my nyctophilia

Lightning cracks and it starts to pour

I let the sky take my chaotic pain and heal my soul

Stranger In Solitude

The lit screen glares in my face

A dull glow revealing my tired daze

Life drowning in mind-blowing tumult

I’m much obliged to seek peace elsewhere as a result

The café isn’t sprawling and the menu whipped out in a haste

No bother, I just need solitude and don’t care for the taste

To this secluded shelter, I only come for some quiet

Thanks to the barista that lets me stay, keeps on the light

That day, we smiled at each other in a proximity

Forging a connection that is born only from anonymity

On bad days, I go there on the pretext of tea

She sees, she knows, she lets me be

Oh, if only the world could have more of her

Her acquaintance has become my truce with turmoil and pressure

To me, she’s the face of a homely unfamiliar record-changer

To her, I am just a passing stranger

Nightfall

The curtain of clouds explains the cool breeze

The night has fallen and chaos has hushed

A faint glow peeks from the sky, eerie and ethereal

Moments slip by and the moon rises, bloodshot

A terrifying tangerine for a cold celestial body

Showing fierce determination to illuminate just enough

Inchoate musings intoxicate me, never fully forming thoughts

For these raw parts of my soul are startled to life

I lose myself as the clouds make way for the adorning stars

The night sky, the moon and the stars in one snow globe of my mind

The night has fallen, chaos has hushed

Chantilly

The garden pond glazed from the blinding sun

She and I sat in the shade of a sugar maple

Chantilly plucked the dandelions delicately as I watched

Her brown curls picking up grass like pebbles in a net

Chantilly brightened my summer that year

Took me on dreamy flights of freedom in lily-scented breezes

Then, as all sweet things, the summer drew to a close

Withering leaves falling after they’ve served their purpose

A flight only lasts so long for all I like

And so she left, like a summer constellation at fall

What’s the good in goodbye when it leaves you incomplete?

Chantilly, you left, without a word, in a beat

You were my summer constellation and I wonder if you will come again as you flew

I search for the skies and can only imagine what has become of you

Monsters Under The Bed

Monsters under the bed

Born from my mind from what life has bred

They say everyone's got monsters just the same

Convince me how, you and I are different as a dime and a dame

I sit in the crowd, thinking back to the day I broke

I sit in the dark, healing in the moonlit cloak

Monsters under the bed

Weaving their arms around me like a laden thread

But I hold them close for they must not wither

Or shall lose a grip on reality, a fated tether

Oh monsters, my monsters, keep your distance but not too far

I draw my strength from where you draw the scars

If I can’t escape I shall embrace

The ghost of your lingering presence, I can never erase

Sea And Shackles

Chains rattle on the cobbled path

As you make a run for it in all your wrath

You’re yanked bank to the ground

Head to the hard stone floor, it pounds

You can see the sun rays reflecting on the sea down under

The twinkling ocean always made you wonder

But what’s beyond that has always been a dream

Your imagination fueled by a desire so lush and green

The chains on your ankles big and heavy

Have a death grip on your freedom and liberty

Constantly showing you your apparent place

Refusing to see what beneath your surface

“Let me go”, pleads the mind

Silent screams reaching no one and you nowhere with the binds

The chains mock, bruise and twist

And you writhe, thrash but persist

You’re a storm and they tamed you to a breeze

A whole vocabulary flagged down to a single letter just to appease

So you wait, till the chains rust and wear

So that one day you can tug them bare

One day you will be free

So you can sail away into the dreams laden sea

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Image edited by The Creaky Writer

Stood By The Window

She stood by the window

Breeze swaying the blinds to a rhythm

Waiting for an escape that never came

The labyrinth enervating her passion and light

The dull January evening that filtered everything to dreariness

She stood by the window, her life felt frozen in time

Stuck on a rock that wouldn’t let her move on

Weathered though she may be

She knew the rock couldn’t forever stay forever inviolable

For the thunder crashes the rock and wind blows the arenaceous grime away

Run Down The Hill

Sweet tinge of petrichor from the freshly mown grass

Our shoes squelching the wet mud as we run

We run down the hill, not a care in the world

Wind whipping the face, a fresh cut feeling

Your laughter and my cloistered joy heavy in the air

In the moment, we get lost, lost like lights in the starry sky

We run down the hill, not a care in the world

Hearts beating fast like the beat to our music

Hyaline handcuffs melting away in the bright sun

Days spent like they’re halcyon in ages to come

We run down the hill, not a care in the world

Dreaming the wildest dreams, looking at the sky for limit

Anticipation

Days spent in a haze

With anticipation the hours glaze

Along with the hurrying wind

Racing and hurtling with adventure it brimmed

Nearing the nightfall and a thousand moments later

The midnight sea roars as it does with ardor

Sleepless nights and starless skies

A void showing the deepest possibilities that belie

-The Creaky Writer

Two Cloaked Figures

Two cloaked figures at the end of the street

Sneaking and lurking in the dark of the moonless night

Beware of their nimble hands, lest there be knives in their robes



How would we know they don’t possess knives but only scars?

Scars from their bondage and resistance, hollow trust enveloping like second nature

A path to choice they seek, to a free nowheresville and to life



Two cloaked figures at the end of the street

Sneaking and lurking in the dark of the moonless night

Beware of their fiery spirits and eager appetites



I would know that they’d steal your hearts and make you want to fly

Two cloaked figures at the end of the street

Two lives inspiring hundreds, if only we would see

-The Creaky Writer

A Melancholy Ache

This small corner of the world

Giving me a chance to step into an another

That's all I've ever wanted

And yet this melancholy ache I feel

All these friends have moved on

And I'm still behind trying to reach the cliff

Will the cliff be my flight or fall?

The questions keep me awake and fragile

And the expectations pull me into a slumber

Didn't see it coming, loved where it was going

Those doors I never had the key for were unlocked

How do I close them back now that you took away the key when you left?

I am a rock in most weathers, for me and everyone else

But there comes once in a season shift and I fall apart albeit for a moment

In that vulnerability lies what I wish to conquer

A chance to step into another world, for better or for worse

I want to find out

She's Not Your Enemy

I see through glistening eyes the way you look at her

Like she’s an unleashed monster setting fire to your treasure

I hear through the creaks in my door, what you say to her

The words she is used to, tear my heart asunder

The daggers of hatred shooting from your eyes in this battue

The poisonous spite you spit molding her waxy heart ever since she saw you

She’s not your enemy, yet in her tolerance is an expanse of battleground you find

She’s not your enemy, yet you purge her of the sins that exist in your mind

This is shattering my heart and soul as I ask your anger, “Where are you from?”

She’s not your enemy, yet your treatment of her weighs on my peace when I do anything to becalm

Sleepless nights😴

sleepless nights and starless skies

into these sleepless nights and starless skies wide-eyed and awestruck the preliminary mindset venturing through the clearing unobtrusive, pensive with dazzling dilemmas

over these sleepless nights and starless skies climbing the invisible rungs swinging on ethereal vines free-falling free-floating languid in between without tethers or belongings

under these sleepless nights and starless skies pulling the vacancies back into tightness, closeness my undisclosed lover our fragile rendezvous within temporary accommodations