inspiiral

– a collision of art and writing interlocking in spirals


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Behind Closed Doors

Behind Closed Doors

Behind closed doors

I hear a knock

so faint, can’t tell

if it’s real

or not

 

this knock I hear

getting louder,

still.

 

Loud, then soft

and at times,

strong-willed

 

The door is shut

its padlock

clamped tight.

 

The door

doesn’t open

Things just aren’t

right.

 

The knock

gets weaker,

the signal more

faint.

 

The door

changes from

shiny brown

to taint.

How I wish

she’d come

to be consoled,

the door-knocker

that’s so lonely,

and tell me all

she’s the one

I wish to help

if only she’d let me,

I’d help her myself

-to be finished!

Any suggestions?-

P.S
Any ideas on how to link the 2nd to last and last stanza?

I intentionally left no full stop at the end – it means there’s no end to this poem.. it’s to be continued.
And also that there’s no end to this. Even though the narrator can’t help the person knocking on the door now, the narrator wishes to – and hopes to – do so in the future.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” – Philippians 4:6-7

No one will be able to stand up against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you. – Joshua 1:5


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Fear – A Rose without Petals

Fear – a Rose without Petals

 

Fear.

A balloon

that engulfs

you.

 

Filling a room

– so big

it forces

you.

Againstthewall.

 

Fear spins

lies of loneliness

on its spindles,

tangling you,

tying you

to the

balloon.

 

Pop!

There it goes –

only to be replaced by another

over time.

 

A vicious cycle;

it chokes –

like thorns on a rose..

but there is no rose.

 

The rose

long dead and gone,

dead and gone,

dead

        and

                  gone.

 

What is a rose

without petals?

A stalk standing tall

on its own?

A body

without a face,

carcass without flesh?

 

All enclosed

on its own,

in a glass box.

 

Trapped forever,

on its own,

forever

in its

lonely

lot.

 

“14 For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God. 15 The Spirityou received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship.[a] And by him we cry,“Abba,[b] Father.” 16 The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children. 17 Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.”

                                                                                                                                                       –  Romans 8:12-17


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Fragile Goods (poem)

Hey guys!
This is another poem I wrote a while ago (not long after the Donut poem).
There’s a deeper meaning behind it all.. can you figure it out? ;D
I’ll post up the deeper meaning on a separate post!
Would you be interested in hearing about it, and also my thoughts when writing this poem? 🙂
Fragile Goods
 
So sweet
and delicate
so pure
yet fragile
 
One bite
and you break
one touch
and you melt
 
I knock on the door
but you don’t
answer my calls
 
Since that day
you fell
it’s just
not the same
 
Don’t know
what happened
but on that day you changed
 
Your scars
and the hurt
the bruise
and the pain
 
Shut your eyes
but the hurt
just comes
back again
 
Hurt on
the outside
injured within
 
Don’t want us
near you
don’t want
us helpin’
 
You try
helping yourself
you try
so hard, too
 
But plastic-covered skin
just gives
(a) plastic-covered you
 
By changing
your looks
and (by) changing
yourself
 
You try
to find hope
you try
to find wealth
 
Don’t do this,
go back.
Don’t do this,
to yourself!
 
What you’ve done
won’t work
what you’re doing
won’t help
 
Months on
nothing’s changed
things have
stayed the same.
 
You tried all
and lost all
you tried all
with no gain
 
So lost
in this world
so hurt
it’s no use.
 
Nothing works
when it happens
what to do
when you lose?
 
The fall
from the shelf
the knock
and the blows
 
The climb
back up again
The climb
that was slow
 
Although
your wrapping
is damaged
your tin foil
half ripped
 
Your pride
down the drain
spirits
in the pits
 
I still
like your smile,
your face despite
the rips
 
Cos’ inside
you’re still perfect
inside
you’re chocolate!
 
 
 
Hahaha, what did you think of that poem? 😀
Did you like the twist ending?
 
Possible Improvements:
I know I can work on making it flow better, and perhaps shorten the length.
Suggestions or comments appreciated! 🙂


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Sandtimer

Both my hands
full of sand
swinging to and fro

Others’ hands
holding tools
lots to do, I know

Busy people
busy lives
who’re we living for?

Time is gone
loved ones die
wealth in hands
but poor

P.S
To the friend(s) who’ve already read this poem, if you’ve noticed I haven’t re-edited this, please be patient!
I will do so after I figure out how to go about it.. I was a bit stuck on trying to keep the original meaning of the poem, but still changing it enough to improve it. (I’ll get there P:)


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I’m your man (donut poem)

Hey guys,

this is a poem I wrote a while ago.
It’s based on one of my bookmarks with the cheese family cartoon on it (チーズの家族).
This poem was inspired by the donut character on the bookmark:P

I’m still reworking the poem name, so bear with me while I find a better title.
If you have any name suggestions, just leave them in the comment below 🙂

I’m your man
By: Inspiiral

I am a donut
sweet and round
sprinkled with sugar
I never frown!

Innocent and charming
I twirl around
I may be the best you’ve ever found!

But now you count
your calories
You don’t like any
sugar on me.
“It’s too fatty!
Why not sweetener instead?
Why the topping?
Let’s eat it plain,
like bread!

So here I am
stripped of rainbow coat
my sprinkles, my sugar dust
all gone
oh no.

In the cupboard
I won’t even exist
I’ll just be raw ingredients
not even made yet!

So before you strip me
of my wealth
can I make one request-
just once; for myself?

Make these last days
go nice and slow
that I may enjoy them
before you go

I’ll miss you
but I’ll try to understand
Maybe someday I’ll come back
and once again
I’ll be your man

We’ll enjoy countless
moments together
my sugar coat
and chocolate pebbles
suitable for any weather!

Dipped in icing
from head-to-toe
Fresh from the oven
look at me go~!

Just one bite
and my sweetness
will
wipe away your tears
and worries
till they’re
ZILT!