Meltdown

What next? I wonder
As the panic rises up
And I can hardly
Breathe and I just want to scream

As I'm falling deeper down

Than I ever thought
I would and there doesn't seem
To be any way
Of stopping so I'm waiting
For the inevitable

Mind blowing brain crash
Emotional overload
Nuclear meltdown
End of life as I know it...

Yet I hope...for salvation.


Caren E. Salas







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Brain Storm

Got my coffee and my gourmet scone,

Turned off the ringer on my mobile phone.

Have my notebook out, and pen in hand

But my mind has turned to desert sand.

I'm on a beach where there's no ocean

Getting burned, I've no sunscreen lotion.

So this will be my final verse

Before this poem gets any worse.

 

 

Caren E. Salas

 

 

 

If I Were Dreaming...

If I were dreaming and I could fly

Off to Neverland  I'd go, second star to the right

I'd stay forever, never to die

If I were dreaming and I could fly

Just the pirates, mermaids, the Lost Boys and I

We'd make our adventures last morning to night

If I were dreaming and I could fly

Off to Neverland I'd go, second star to the right.

Caren E. Salas

Whiskey Dreams

Whiskey dreams in black and white
Nightmares fierce, ready to fight
Threatening growl toothless glare
All nine pounds of "just beware!"
Whiskey dreams in black and white
My little guy, all through the night.


Caren E Salas

No "Fair"

 

 

 

Dark and light, wrong and right

Up and down, day and night

Fish that swim, birds in flight

The world seems right; the world seems right.

 

Then balance sways, the tide is turned

Innocence lost, lessons learned

Blood has boiled, stomach churned

Now I've been burned; Now I've been burned.

 

My faith in others sadly wanes

My heart is locked with double chains

Each rainbow's dented, marked with stains

And so it rains; and so it rains.

 

The guilty flee while others stay

Dealt the blame, where no blame lay

How nice it is to walk away

While others pay; While others pay.

 

These days I find I just don't care

Forgotten dreams I used to dare

I go along, I breathe the air

There is no "fair"; there is no "fair".

 

 

Caren E.Salas

 

 

 

 

Sometimes I just gotta' get things off my chest. For those of you that don't know me personally, recent events have made me a bit bitter (just a bit) and somewhat cynical. Don't worry, I don't intend on writing a series of angry poems...hopefully just this one. It's a monotetra in form - I tend to repeat myself when I 'm frustrated, so this seemed the perfect fit for how I'm feeling.

What's left?

Across a moat that's filled with crocodiles
I take a step or two or three
Balancing with my pink umbrella
On a tightrope tied to a tree.

In an act that is death defying
I pirouette 'round with a smile
This may be my very last encore
So I think I should go out in style.

What sounded so easy in theory
Became more of an uphill climb
And whether I retreat or go forward
It seems I have run out of time.

The crocodiles are eyeing me hungrily
And the rope has begun to untie
My mind has been lost in the sunset,
So what's left, but to bid you "good-bye"?

Caren E. Salas

Just silly, okay, a little morbid, inspired by my recent trip to the big D.
Photo: the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland.