TICK, TICK, TICK -Poetry

 TICK, TICK, TICK 

 

The biological clock goes tick, tick, tick.

Pulling, alluring, driving one mad.

Constantly calling, begging, promising.

If one does not answer, one becomes sick.

Mentally tormented from the biological click.

 

The woman begs, connives, and schemes.

Hoping and praying to raise a child.

Obsessing for the chance.

Her focus stuck on baby dreams.

Every minute evolved around it, or so it seems.

 

This is Mother Nature’s greatest trick.

Infecting and inflicting most women.

Deep down inside, they want a child to raise,

Though it throws life into constant conflict.

Mother Nature’s ploys are rather slick.

 

As the biological clock begins to brew,

Stealing and changing your sanity,

Taking away the serenity you have,

What will you do?

Will you let it take over you?

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Tick, Tick, Tick

by Stephanie Daich

CAREST NOT THAT I SUFFER- Poetry

 CAREST NOT THAT I SUFFER

He slings his sorrow at the feet of the Lord;

Depleted, shimmying under clouds of darkness.

He has given to all, sacrificed his needs.

And now there is nothing left.

“Give up; you are not enough.”

Demons crawl out of the shadows.

He’s kept them at bay for long enough.

Where is God?

“Carest not that I suffer?”

The wind, the storm, God traversed beside them,

And yet his apostles doubted his power.

And as he kneels at the altar of the Lord,

God lifts him, carries him, and atones for him.

For as he suffers, so does the Lord.

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Carest Not That I Suffer

by Stephanie Daich

FOR THE YOUTH EVERYWHERE -Poetry

 FOR THE YOUTH EVERYWHERE

 

For the youth everywhere who have lost their way

Continually: their shrines and their check-ins and their self-gratification, posting their image daily to an unknown audience, extinguishing their self to an ideal impossible to keep.

 

For the youth everywhere, struggling to love themselves.

Stolen years and numbed dreams, potential lost to the cyber world. Always striving to reach the unobtainable persona. Tweaking, tweeting, twerking, transcending, transforming, and transpiring, yet only tainting their soul.

For the youth everywhere who have lost the ability to socialize. Communicating by texts and posts, responding in memes and emojis. Gone is the socials, gone is the sphere to deal with conflict and joy. All interactions moving along the cyber world. They do not know how to maintain eye contact, or how to participate in meaningful conversation. Lost in their ability to connect.

For the youth everywhere, yours is a hard lot. Exposure to technology is what you know. Connecting to friends is a struggle outside of screens. Time spent together feels foreign. How do we include you in the village, how do we reclaim the soul? You are important. You have value. You have a place. How can we change this destructive black hole of youth?

 

To the youth everywhere, I am sorry we wronged you.

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For the Youth Everywhere

by Stephanie Daich

WHY IS IT HARD TO HOLD ONTO A FRIEND -Poetry

 WHY IS IT HARD TO HOLD ONTO A FRIEND 

You made me laugh once.

You brought me flowers.

I still think about you, for hours and hours.

We were friends,

But now its suspended

Should we resume it, or has it ended?

There was good there,

And also pain.

If I contacted you, would it be in vain?

Life was good once,

For you and I,

But when I think of you, I only cry.

Why must friendship

Grow cold and end?

Why is it hard to hold onto a friend?

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Why is it Hard to Hold onto a Freind

By Stephanie Daich

I'M TRYING TO BE STRONG -Ramblings

 I'M TRYING TO BE STRONG 

I am trying to be strong, to follow the plan

I can’t do this on my own.

I have to map out my day, my hour, my minute. I can’t do it alone.

If I trust myself, then I deviate.

I want to deviate, to abandon all.

I am tired of the struggle; I don’t want this anymore, these chains.

These weakness.

Why can’t I rise higher than them?

Why do I keep falling? I feel strong.

I feel on top of everything, and then I trust myself just for a moment, that sly lie that tells me only a little deviation won’t hurt me.

I can’t expect to live like this forever.

Just a small degression.

I can return. But I can’t!

It is all a damn lie! I never returned.

That is hell; I need to avoid it and run from it.

I have a plan. Every minute is accounted for; with that, I can be strong.

But I am not strong.

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I'm Trying to be Strong

by Stephanie Daich

Extravagant DARKNESS -Poetry

Extravagant  DARKNESS

I walk the streets of Vegas

With my son by my side.

Where has decency gone?

We are surrounded by pleasure and pride.

 

Drugs cloud the mind of the decent,

Good people stumble from booze.

While at the gambling tables,

Much needed money they lose.

 

Oh, Vegas is so sexy.

Glamour and lies everywhere.

Sensual desires met,

By traps made to ensnare.

 

Hold onto your value and honor,

Don’t throw it away for one night.

Step away from the extravagant darkness,

And cling to your morals and sense of right.

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Extravagant Darkness

by Stephanie Daich

THE CHILD TURNS TO YOU -Poetry

 THE CHILD TURNS TO YOU 

Down to the dirt, the child trips

Unsure of their pain.

They look to you before they react

-should they cry, or their sorrow abstain?

Into the gutter, the bully pushes.

-The child innocent and kind.

The child looks to you before they react

-should they forgive or speak their mind?

You carry a great deal of power.

Your example sets the way.

Will you teach with virtue

Or set the child astray?

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The Child Turns to You

by Stephanie Daich

THE POWER OF PHEROMONES -Poetry

 THE POWER OF PHEROMONES

I don’t even like you.

You are not my type.

Your looks don’t thrill me.

Yet, when I caught ahold of your scent,

Your pheromones rewired my brain.

Now I must have you at all costs,

Even though I don’t like you.

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The Power of Pheromones

by Stephanie Daich

AS I ALLOW MY SOUL TO HEAL -Poetry

 AS I ALLOW MY SOUL TO HEAL

 

Beneath the mask that shields me,

Dark is my mind and soul,

Through your deception, I could not see.

          To ensnare me was your goal.

 

To the street, you have kicked me,

          -left me in the gutter to die alone.

Passed over by humanity,

          My heart has turned to stone.

 

In times of past, I gave to charity.

          By your side, worshiped in your church.

Giving love, I served with sincerity.

          While you glared at me from your perch.

 

In the collapse of a failing nation

          I tried to hold my head high

Trapped by my lowly station

          I’ve been spit on; left to die.

 

It was only when I released your hold,

          Giving my life to a higher power.

I removed the worldly blindfold

          And felt redemption that very hour.

 

Separated from needing your acceptance,

          It matters not my fate.

Ignoring your disapproving glance,

          I keep my eyes on the golden gate.

 

Beneath the mask that shields me,

          God’s love I now feel.

Releasing the hate, I am free.

          As I allow my soul to heal.

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As I Allow My Soul to Heal

by Stephanie Daich

WHEN OUR EYES LOCKED -Poetry

 WHEN OUR EYES LOCKED

I can’t forget the moment.

I can’t shake the feeling,

When our eyes locked.

Electricity passed with more power than the atomic bomb.

You had to feel it.

It changed my life.

Did it change yours?

Yet we live in different worlds.

We have gone our separate ways.

But I am willing to trade it all for that moment,

To gamble everything on you,

Because-

I can’t forget the moment.

I can’t shake the feeling,

When our eyes locked.

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When Our Eyes Locked

by Stephanie Daich

WHAT WILL THEY DO -Poetry

  WHAT WILL THEY DO

 

New lies spread abound, and quickly they succumb.

Through constantly changing rules, the people become confused.

With time values shift, and everyone loses their way.

Rewritten are their thoughts, and the people struggle on.

They struggle on.

They struggle on.

 

What they thought. What they knew.

Nothing stays true.

Constant lies, broken ties.

What will they do?

What will they do?

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What Will They Do

by Stephanie Daich

AS NATURE HEALS -Poetry

  AS NATURE HEALS 

Singing in the rain

With a voice that goes off-key,

Trying to drown the pain

Bringing joy back to me.

Rain falls from above,

Washing over me.

Nature shares its love,

Setting my heart free.

 

There's peace outside,

Everywhere.

Don’t stay trapped and hide.

Energy in the air.

Get yourself outside.

 

Sitting by a stream

In a mountain meadow high,

Allowing myself to dream,

Kissed by the sky.

Nature shares its glory.

My soul begins to heal

As I rewrite my story

The peace I can now feel.

 

There's peace outside,

Everywhere.

Don’t stay trapped and hide.

Energy in the air.

Get yourself outside.

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As Nature Heals

by Stephanie Daich