The Peace (3 "Cold" Poems, #1)

What gentle breezes push forward
the clouds today!
What warmth I embrace in
the sun's great rays!

In splendor, I became myself again,
rejoicing - dancing - singing!
Praising He, who gave me joy-
until the bells were ringing--

and all was dark. 

I was afraid.
I, frozen, 

and whole world, staid.

But, who has this peace, but I?

And Sweet, within my eyes,
a beautiful tomorrow awakens
within!
Do you hear the song in my heart,
giving me the strength
to win?

For I have this peace,
and with this peace,
I became my own.

-LJ
4 September 2017

I was once

I was once the music
that filled the air with song,
but now I am the void
of the song that I now long.

I was once the poem
that filled a heart with grace,
but now I am the emptiness
of the missing poem's space.

I was once the picture
that filled a mind with awe,
but now I am the blank canvas
of what they could have saw.

I was once a person
happy, kind, full of glee-
but now I am the gloomy soul
who wants to be set free.

-lj
3 September 2017

(fingertips)

one night, i wondered,
(what was wrong with me?)
one night, i wondered,

(why shouldn't i?)
what this sensation was,
and how to cope with its rage.

so that night, i laid quietly
(what is stopping me?)
while the cars passed,

and the windows covered,
and the world asleep...
(how do I--?)

my hands, cradling my frame
as heartless as the void before it,
becoming cold
(what are they talking about?)

as i contorted in thought,
and in body and mind
(why can't i feel what they felt?)

my
(fingertips,)
cold and tired body

longing for answers.

-lj
3 September 2017

Sounds

For the first time, I heard everything all at once,

and felt the world around me taking my breath away.

Stumbling after such a shock, the sensory input

at that moment almost also stole my day.

At the lowest I thought I could get,

the sounds of beeps and voice and ice

became just a bit too much

for the anticipated price.

For the first time, 

I thought I'd escape the scene.

But I had a job to do,

that no one could intervene.

The shorter breaths,

choked tears,

silent screams,

anxious fears,

sound,

sound,

all the sound,

sound

sound---

Snap.

Back to work.

-LJ

21 July 2017

Do Not Wonder/Do Not Worry

Do not wonder,
for he will swallow his screams so deep in his subconscious
that he will look at the face of every significant other,
and he will not see what he saw in the one who mattered most.
He will spend the remainder of his existence,
wondering what these feelings are, why they are there,
and wondering if he will ever come to know her again.

Do not worry,
for she will blindly follow him into the depths below,
and she will look into the eyes of what was once, and she will wonder
if these eyes, these hands, these words, belong to the one
who so much mattered above all else.
She will spend the remainder of her time,
never knowing what was truth, what was lies,
and wondering if she will ever come to know him again.

-LJ
6 July 2017

Snowfall

In the silence of evening,

my gaze appeared captured by 

the whirlwind of snow,

a breezing blizzard,

dancing in spotlight,

in muted moonlight.

I trembled in its chill,

my eyes wandering slowly

to the ground below,

a blanket of intricate patterns,

all together,

but not forever.

It mesmerized my senses,

my sleepy stare remembering

the sweetly falling snow,

a dream outside my window,

if only I could stay awake-

if only, I would stay awake...

and I would dream this snowfall,

to cool the heated weathers,

now and forever.

-LJ

6 July 2017

Recreational Haikus Noting Recent Events

I have a job now.
An employer has employed
me. I have a job.

Raging light'ning bolts,

fright'ning as they are pretty-

at one in the morn'.

My anxiety-
the epitome of my
fear to spend money.

Pizza? Or tacos?

Or cheeseburgers and fries? I

can't make up my mind.

The rain pours heav'ly,

creating beautiful puddles;

I see reflections.

So many blog views!

Whoever you are, reader-

thank you very much.

-LJ

5 July 2017