Poetry
Poetry
Reminders of Loss
Nothing makes you remember quite like loss The people, the places, the things I lost my keys and my heart stopped Then a childhood friend and it broke I tried to pretend like it didn’t hurt That it had been years since childhood I became Lord over my jester feels But the flies roamed close And as soon as my back was turned They flooded my vision, reminding of loss Which has a funny way of recalling All the good times shared that now Fade to black This is for my friend Claw, who clawed his way into all hearts …
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All Things Are Old
Leaving home is peculiar Strange, not in feeling. The strangeness fades in the waiting In being. Home is all you know. Alone Foreigner. Strange lands. New customs to learn Study. To live. Exist far from what you know You wil adapt They say. Hang on. Give it a year My chest hardens. Don’t wanna go Can’t stay The boogeyman moves with you. To your beat. In you Everything is new except for me All things are old, excluding me
From a faux-deep mosquito
You assume I am in hiding That I find you terrifying When my mouth can do More damage than you Okay, maybe not But if I get away With blood on my hands And lips and stinger Who’ll be laughing then? And not in hiding Suffering ceases to be suffering when it finds meaning Viktor Frankl I watch you in the dark Yours cannot see me Your frame, delicious in most parts Marked with palms that slap To kill Kin squished Blood spilled Yours, granted But if I get away It’s your blood on my hands
Caught In a Candle
What it is, I’m unsure It flickered, may have lit up There’s definitely no cure Trust, I have looked What it is, I am grateful For talent, that comes as easy as the sun and moon What it is, as it flickers Is definitely not a blast It is caught in the wax Sticky, but hard when cold the blizzard too strong And it, caught in a candle
Midnights
Late into the night sky; Do you lift your eyes to the heavens when I call to you? When the night sky is dark except for the shimmering and I face a crescent cut. Do the strings pull in your chest as mine hope ever so hopelessly? You come fleeting by As if nothing means everything and truth lies on your sole. Crushed, awaiting an end to the era that never was, and is it coming? Am I good enough? Are you? The mirror cracks every time it doesn’t and no words can fix the facade. Fleeting like the memories …
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The Way
You live by way of pert Arms outstretched; Intuition shut-down Your soul an ewer of emotion A visionary sans vision Packed fresh for Thanatos With dreams of red You live the way they act Stuck in cocoons of unsteadiness *** I kinda sorta maybe feel like myself again, finally, and will post every fortnight till the year’s end. There is nothing to report, kids. Everything is great, which makes me wonder when the other shoe plans to drop. However, until it does, I plan to revel in this energy. I came to this poem with an idea of what I …
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The Final Words of Carina Smyth
“The final words of Carina Smyth. Good sirs, I’m not a witch but I forgive your common dim witlessness and feeble brains. In short, most of you have the mind of a goat.” Good sir Do you see? Rain washes down Everything Drenching me Flowing with Thoughts of you *** I am getting into a pirate phase, so brace yourselves. I am watching Taika Waititi’s ‘Our Flag Means Death’ which so far is perfection, and reading Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island and the captain, who was already my favorite, has fallen to his death. What’s left is curating the perfect …
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Scarlet Thread
When you meet love, you’ll know That’s what they say Even before you see their face How you know without knowing A scarlet thread in play I like that and me toos The similarities insane You will never think of anything like this It doesn’t exist until it does Until it dies When you meet love, you’ll pretend Not for not seeing him For your sanity and repeat mistakes And you will convince love to leave Then whisper begging him to turn back I love yous you won’t mean The separation deafening You will wish for something like it For …
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Remember
Your scars shouldn’t scare you They shouldn’t even dare provoke the vaguest idea of pain Because what you’ve gone through is nothing compared to what is ahead of you I hope you remember that Because it is the only thing that matters
One Day
Right now could be painful. Right now could be filled with so much agony than you have ever experienced. Right now could have the kind of suffering that can almost be equated to that of Jesus on the cross. You could feel helpless. Alone. One of those moments you need mom or dad but remember they are covered in the dirt and you can never see them again. And your heart, Your heart could be breaking. Into a million gajillion puzzle pieces that makes finding pieces that go together and placing them side by side impossible. Your could be shattered …
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