My Yesterday

My yesterday sounds like a keyboard in the night.

A dying action creating failing words.

A bleeding of consonants and vowels in the hope of finding a voice.

A voice found and then buried alive.

~~*~~

His fingers move effortlessly, a memory in the night. My yesterday.

Common and lesser known foes. They come and they go and they go.

A burden borrowed is a burden owned. My burden. My life of strife.

~~*~~

They will holler at the moon and gloat upon deeds done.

They praise driving a man from his passion. And there his passion did lie for all to see.

A corpse of the past and ultimately what it really was. Letters… pure letters of opinion.

I bleed out as I wish for a nonexistent pen. An outlet to be remembered by.

~~*~~

Do I live for the moment or does the moment rule me.

Do I live for myself?

Yesterday I did. Today I do not.

I cannot.

-OM

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52 thoughts on “My Yesterday

  1. I was inspired by your poem and created this poem in response. I hope that you don’t mind that I borrowed your ideas for this poem.

    Yesterday
    (For Opinionated Man)
    .
    Typewriter keys clicked through
    The silence of the night hammering
    Alphabetical symbols on the worn tape
    Leaving fading ghosts.
    Reams of paper tabbed their way through the bail
    Leaving consonants and vowels that bleed
    But make no words.

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  2. Reblogged this on therichardbraxton and commented:

    I was inspired by this poem by Opinionated Man and created this poem in response.

    Yesterday
    (For Opinionated Man)
    .
    Typewriter keys clicked through
    The silence of the night hammering
    Alphabetical symbols on the worn tape
    Leaving fading ghosts.
    Reams of paper tabbed their way through the bail
    Leaving consonants and vowels that bleed
    But make no words.

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  3. “A corpse of the past and ultimately what it really was. Letters… pure letters of opinion.”

    As a blogger and I writer, we are left with just letters of opinion, it’s sick how, a few would seek to steal that away …the big question is what are their gains, when they take all we have, leaving us to look dumb and senseless??

    I hope this one is all about “the good return” and not about ’em smellos that won’t stop stealing your joy.
    Missed you bro #NoHomo.
    You should read my last post. πŸ™‚

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  4. For my 1st Follower.
    when once we’ve seen where once we’ve been
    the light ahead grows dim, and fails to be
    the light that pulls us forward, that balance beam
    that goes two ways, calling to us “go back or Dream?”
    -mike
    I say ‘Dream’ and go forward. no need to be held in check either by the jerks that hate or by fear that ‘our best is behind us’. Always Forward, never Straight, brother. Good to see you back.
    -mike

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  5. The night shall pass. Success will come with the rising sun of a new day. The past has passed and will be forever gone. Now is the future. Or something poetic like that. You have a better command of the keyboard than I. Good to see you.

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  6. Yesterday is the past. Nothing to be done about it, really. The key is to be present in today, in the small moments of the day that bring joy.

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