-AUTHOR/INVENTOR-
MIAH SANCHEZ
Poetry has always been this magical thing to me, the untamable unicorn. It's a secret language that no one fully understands. We can all write it. We can all speak it. We can all understand the words but the translation is different to every set of eyes and ears. What makes one person laugh makes another cry, while a third won't understand the rage suddenly boiling up within their gut. Poetry has the power to transcend literature, touching our souls with the grace of a calligraphy pen or disemboweling our sanities with the lethality of a katana. Emotions are delicate creatures, subject to violent shifts without warning. We are all a chinook wind singing through Colorado. We are all the tranquil surface of a lake before our sun crests the horizon. We are all the storm. In this life of physical limitation and confinement, poetry is the simplest connection our tongues have to the intricacy of each other's souls.
"We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience."
- Pierre Teilhard De Chardin
THAT THING
(Poem)
I will not be found upon clouds, and scented clean wipes
Neatly, discreetly, dissecting my mind
Waving, behaving, while I carefully prod
Saying please, pardon me, to that thing in my thoughts
Nor winding, never finding, that prize I desire
With cowardice and my piss always dousing that fire
No, that is not me, isn’t free, to crave with a lust
Beyond perhaps and relapse, I choke on my must
Beyond denial, it’s primal, and I must see red
If I am to face it, then chase it, and drag it to bed
Be not reduced, nor seduced, to a blissful defeat
But retake, dominate, in the throes of the sheets
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I hunt not in light, but in night, in the dark
Satisfaction, no distraction, when igniting the spark
I have learned, fire burns, in raw, primal passion
Not in defeat, on my knees, with no gentle compassion
I must be legion, commit high treason, and relinquish control
Forget my name, go insane, drawing that thing from my soul
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I will bleed, bare my teeth, and dig everything out
Scream at God, then applaud, shove the stars in my mouth
Beyond breath, beyond death, my postmortem obsession
Nightmare screams, contain dreams, my moaning confession
Flood with rage, eat the cage, only then can you start
Surge with hunger, tear asunder, free that thing from your heart
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(Poem)
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To those who see imperfections and the poem's flaws
To those who see rough edges, blind to the deeper cause
To the disappointed head and cold nose to the sky
To those who point a finger instead of asking why
To those who miss the birth, seeing only the cocoon
To those who miss the stars while searching for the moon
Take my hand and listen close, for now it's time to see
The poem for its real self and what it's meant to be
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The poem is raw, its syllables askew
Here there are too many, and randomly too few
Some words don't rhyme and some words are mispelled
As the pencil desperately expressed words that can't be yelled
Some words are smeared; you can't read what they say
Because the tears of the poet washed those words away
Some lines are crossed out, with notes and arrows on the side
Because the poem's imperfections don't hide behind its pride
Some of the poem's happy, then randomly turns sad
Sometimes the poem gives no warning of bliss to blackout mad
The poem can be blunt and blare, staring without fear
Wishing for you to feel and begging you to hear
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The poem has pains and truths wished never heard, nor spoken
Because to fix an aching heart, it must often first be broken
The poem fights for retribution, change, solutions, hope
The poem cries for God at the end of its breaking rope
The poem fights for honesty, and sometimes even death
The poem fights for what it believes with every shaking breath
The poem fights with imperfection in a cold world demanding
The poem bleeds from judgment but the poem is still standing
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As long as the poem's fighting, the poem's already won
This epiphany is truer than any 'perfection' you've ever done
It doesn't matter if you understand or ridicule
The open mind advances, while the closed mind is the fool
In this world of expectation, where the outcast is the poet
I'll turn down the perfect acts; I'll always chose the poem
Now you've heard my piece, you may love me, you may hate me
But I embrace my imperfections because I am exactly who God made me
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CRIMSON SUNRISE
(Song)
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I see you sitting in a corner
Where it's dark and cold
Hiding in your arms
And crying all alone
Pleading with your angels
To take away your pain
I whisper through your tears
That I'll see you again
I'll see you again
I know that you miss me
Know I miss you too
I've kissed the wings of butterflies
I pray they find you
I guess that it's my time
There's no point in blame
So, may your hurt be washed away
Like tears in the rain
Tears in the rain
Goodbye for now, I've gone away
So, let the tears stream down your face
But please known that it's okay
All my pain has been erased
I'll hold you again someday
I'll find you in this better place
So, let your sadness fade away
Tears leave a bitter aftertaste
I'd rather you love and celebrate
And remember the smile of my face
Mourning is a process
That we can't escape
But with each crimson sunrise
Allow a smile to replace
May the warmth of that sunrise
Promise you I'm there
And guide you on the road ahead
When you feel scared
When you feel scared
Please do not mope in grey
When you think of me
Instead, celebrate in life
Knowing that I'm free
I'm dancing with the angels
And I'm watching over you
So, live your life in jubilation
And I will see you soon
I will see you soon
Goodbye for now, I've gone away
So, let the tears stream down your face
But please known that it's okay
All my pain has been erased
I'll hold you again someday
I'll find you in this better place
So, let your sadness fade away
Tears leave a bitter aftertaste
I'd rather you love and celebrate
And remember the smile of my face
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DIRTY SPONGE
(Poem/Song)
I’m a calloused cadaver
The life I’m living is a lie
I have rosy flesh on the surface
But I’m falling apart inside
I’ve denied my strongest emotions
Now this is how I feel
Like ten seconds after going light headed
Where nothing feels real
I’ve captured these emotions
Like the wild beasts they are
I’ve buried them inside
Though they’re tearing me apart
In time they shall go temporarily tame
Imploding with pain and forgetting their name
Hypnotized by hatred, all going insane
Nesting a disease inside of my brain
If ever they escape, they'll feel lost
They’ll forget their reason but remember the cost
Attacking everything and everyone
Forgiving nothing and sparing no one
Like a serial-killer, gut-spiller who broke the chain
Ready to torment even those close to them
And blanket them in pain
Tuck that storm in a bottle
And seal it tight
That was a glimpse at reality
Now blow out the light
Soak it up, soak it up
Don’t let any pain escape
Punch my heart until it beats
And swallow all the ache
I take my irritations, ticking frustrations
Hide them piece by piece
My building irritations, burning frustrations
I fear this disease
Oh, I will act passive aggressive
Instead of making a mess of―peace
Shattered masterpiece
Absorb and I run
It’s dirty, disgusting, addicting, embarrassing
I’m a dirty sponge
Absorbing, storing, abhorring in me
Negativity
God, it burns like hell
To those who've joked me, provoked me, and choked me
Beware
You serpents, I swear
I will unleash myself
Damn it, Jekyll, what the hell
Why do I hide from my own damn spell
It’s not a curse or a disease
It’s a reprieve, a release to breathe
We all have monsters buried beneath
They eat and feed on our insides
Itching, scratching to get outside
Begging for the chance to come to life
For too long have I hidden mine
Imprisoned and caged my angry side
I need to release my rage and unleash Hide
So, as my fists tear through my chest
I’ll take my sponge and wring the rest
A shrilling scream as the water hits
Wring me free of all my shit
Your cruelty taunts me
Cruelty haunts me
You feel no remorse
I will fake a smile
And all the while
I long for your corpse
Oh, I will act passive aggressive
Instead of making a mess of―peace
Shattered masterpiece
Absorb and I run
It’s dirty, disgusting, addicting, embarrassing
I’m a dirty sponge
Absorbing, storing, abhorring in me
Negativity
God, it burns like hell
To those who've joked me, provoked me, and choked me
Beware
You serpents, I swear
I will unleash myself
Day out, day in
My fucking skin
Is growing thin
This self-made prison smothers my inner kid
So, I have dreams to kill
Twisted thoughts of cannibalism
I am filled with ill
Lust for nightmares in me to become real
I want blood to spill
The hidden sins within begin
Seeping, creeping, escaping
All my caged, infected rage is gaping
Checkmate is fate, now it’s too late
My irate hate, burns for the words
That you’ve been saying
My God, I am done praying
For these emotions, like raging oceans
To stay in
I cannot stand this shaking
You are in danger, my unstable
Anger has awakened
I will absorb and store
This shit no more
You push me, but do not see
The storm in store
My fluid rage will bleed and pour
Black rising up from beneath the door
Dripping down the walls
Pooling on the floor
Bathing the grooves where fingernails tore
You breached my walls
My patience falls
Now the lights go out
Unleash my pain
Unleash my hate
You’ve let my monster out
Darkness closes in as I blackout, snap to blind
You awoke my demon, now run for your life
You push me closer, closer to the edge
You’re sick, you think it’s funny
You woke my demon, now you’re fucking screaming
There's no point in running
I'm done acting passive aggressive
Instead of making a mess of―peace
I hate this masterpiece
Look how far I've run
It's dirty, disgusting, addicting, embarrassing
I hate this dirty sponge
Absorbing, storing, abhorring in me
Negativity
Now I'll unleash Hell
To those who've joked me, provoked me, and choked me
Be scared
You serpents, this is where
I will unleash myself