Mar 21

i come from a long line of muses.
beauty contests won by bribery
and bravery. i was taught that the
way to a man’s heart is through
the fucking ribcage. there is no time
to play house. the daughter of dimitra,
i’ll take a pomegranate martini and
6 months in hell. you said you had a
nightmare that i would kill you in your
sleep. my darling, i only want to make
your dreams come true.

#love   #broken   #hope   #break   #feminism   #persephone   #hades  
I hear the song Persephone
Richard D Remler


I hear the song Persephone
Sings into the night.
Reaching out to touch
The shaded heavens
With her light.

Her shores, a calm
And waking sigh
That echo softly
In the sky.

Her ancient battlements
Still stand,
Remnants of a
Broken memory,
When men of war
Laid claim her land,
And that sweet ambrosia
Of her sea.

Her silvered wine
And lofty peaks,
Where the bitterweed
And beebread grew.
Where carved in stone
The angels guard
A Persephone
So old,
So new.

The Autumn breeze
Still visits here,
With Winter close behind.
And Springs is
Always happy
When she peeks about
To find
A green that breathes
In every teardrop
Drifting through
The morning dew,
To bring the
Shades of Summertime,
And skies
Of wild blue.

I hear the song Persephone
Sings softly to this sky,
A simple sigh,
A smile,
To the clouds that drift
On by.
And there is peace again
Under my tree,
And quiet in the air.
My rivers overflow
With ever gentle wonder fair.

Come rest your heart
And soul a spell
Under my Willow tree.
"Tis here, where hearts
In wonder soar
In sweet Persephone."

Copyright © 2013 Richard D. Remler


"A heart that loves is always young."
~Greek Proverb
gently retweaked and reposted
#peace   #nature   #solitude   #beauty   #quiet   #tale   #persephone  
olivia go
olivia go
May 16

Sunshine silently collects by the window
And trickles down the wall,
Tracing the old finger prints that belonged to a tiny set of hands.
The golden rays pour over my unkept sheets,
Expired thoughts,
And seep deeply in-between the tangles of my lashes.
Waking up to an empty bed has never been this warm.
So I slip out of bed
And back into myself,
And peer curiously at
The person staring straight at me.
Her eyes are familiar,
But her sadness is distant and uninspired.
Her hands seem too small and worn
For the things she's touched.
She stares at me longingly
As if she had finally been found
Underneath the pillows of too many weeks of sleep,
And tries to pull me under once again.
Her dark eyes desperately trying to reach me.
Her emptiness so enticing.
Over and over again
She offers me the world I once loved
And lost myself in-
Mornings of empty cereal bowls
And crumpled cigarette packets.
These white walls now danced with warmth and light,
And I look at her
And realize that I had an entire galaxy etched
Into the palms of my tiny, tiny hands all along.
I wave her good bye
As I collect the pooling warmth
And sunshine now spilling all over my wooden floor.
I stuff it so eagerly inside a jar tightly filled with train tickets
And coffee beans.

And I swallow.

I'm sorry.
I take her clothes that are now too big for me,
And bury myself
Inside the skeleton she constantly
Hid beneath.
I tie the last knot of her shoes
That are seemingly difficult to fill
And carefully walk out the door
And onto the side walk that
Her footprint never got to see.

The difference in perspective.
Mar 1, 2013

You are like a star;
brilliant and bright,
and out of my reach.

Face swelled with rejection
Wonder whether the path walked
was worth the stepping 
and stomped on me
and stomped on me
and stomped on me 
Tiny ants beneath the trees 

Gravel pathway, paves way graves
Of grief collected, modern day. 
Start to say a word or five,
confusion claims his ugly prize.
behooved are those who stand alone 
In spirit and in broken bones
A walking shadow, i reign on
and frown along
and frown along 
and frown along

Dec 21, 2013      Dec 22, 2013

Venus in Cancer
cheeks flushed in rouge
quiet behind the noise of your ruse

love draped in blue
keep me far from your waves
i pollute calm oceans on the clearest of days

Shameful am i
regret in my voice, with this
sharp tongue sealing the coffin that carried my choice

it wasn't you, then
at least, not as it seemed
I loved you too much to let you near me

we should try again
when we get out of our heads
that may never happen, so I'll pretend instead.

written about someone i (almost) love(d)

wrong place//wronger time...always in sync but out of rhythm

Killed a bug just because.
Made a mess to clean it up.
Took your hand just because 
Sounds handmade, all in vein
laid in bed, was enough.
Fell in love just because.
Fell right out the same.
Felt right to feel bug's pain.
Saw the sign; went anyway.  
Took a chance just because.
Felt just right to fall in love.
Fell too hard can't get back up.

Mar 12, 2013

secrets, so many secrets
things you'll never guess
secrets so secret, I dare not confess.

secrets that pull me
far down to the ground,
secrets that take me
away to be drowned.

these secrets, so secret
are such a heavy burden
I'm choking, suffocating,
inside my custom prison

as much as I wish, these secrets
must never be spilled
or else how could I feel
anything but killed

how could I tell you
that I'm too afraid to eat
how can I tell you
when I can hardly speak

what will you think
when you know that I self harm
what will you do?
simply stare at my arms

I don't deserve your help, I confess
it is I and only I who is a part of this mess
go, you are free from troubles
enjoy now or it won't last
enjoy it now so in your future

... I was a bit nervous about publishing this poem to be honest... but in a way it felt like I was lifting a weight off my shoulders. Feel grateful in every passing moment and never take advantage of people and things around you <3 xoxo
To comment on this poem, please log in or create a free account
Log in or register to comment