My highs are so far above the earth
( I can see everything, good and bad)
My lows are so deep in the ground
( I worry of the rock and soil collapsing on me)
I am unnecessary
(except as a place marker)
I do not want to be missed
( it is what keeps me here)
People's selfish selflessness holds me here
I want to be loved but the way that people love me
makes it so much harder
I am unnecessary
In order to be made visible
I explain my plight to caring ears that don't know me at all
( I live in a remote land without neighbors, miles from everybody else)
and when they don't understand
they blame it on my youth
this both comforts and discomforts me
I want to be helped
( but they don't understand)
I want to be free of ties
( it's easier)
and dismiss everyone
I am not being dramatic
this is how I see things
and while others tell me what I am
( this does not matter)
it only matters what I think
After writing this
( I think I'm okay, now)
I hope those who read it realize this poem is not for others
( I didn't know what else to do)
this is for myself
You can call me dramatic
( I honestly don't care)
You can blow this off as some ****** badly formed poem
that holds no meaning
( another regular sob-story-cliché)
In a way I'm relieved
( you make it much easier).
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
as you retreat into
your kingdom of sorrow
where no one else can follow
I have to wonder
will it leave me
dead and hollow?
or will I bloom among the ashes
a flower
or will I be gone
within an hour
will my spirit
crumble to dust
beneath the earth's constant glower
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 8:47 PM UTC
Long ago
one stormy night
beneath the
roiling sea
long ago
one stormy night
there lay the body of me
watch the ribbon in my hair unfurl
and skin turn grey
a lackluster pearl
marvel at
my flowing skirt which does so bloom like a flower
and my visionless eyes which
had held life
back little more than an hour
do not cry, no do not weep
I should think I'll enjoy this eternal sleep
for I've lived my life and I've lived it well
for this rhyme it serves for sorrow to quell
yet still you sit morbidly enraptured
as my death takes hold long's my soul been captured
while still you watch morbidly aghast
as cold takes hold for now my time has passed.
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC
She tosses and turns
in a dream-riddled sleep
so softly
softly I might creep
up to her bed
up to her pillow
where rests her head
the day is dead
no fires are fed
I wish to ask her
what stirs her in sleep
why she cringes and cries
and why she does weep
the floorboards creak
and her eyes fly to half-mast
so for now I shall sit
and I'll watch and I'll wait
And so slowly and slowly
the hours slip past
and when infant skies
breathe a new dawn
and,
when
she wakes,
I am gone.
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
the light reflects
off of those drops of white gold
yet they still speak of sadness
and woes gone untold
they make their way down the map
of her face
her soft hands hint at old money and grace
that died with the wealth
that died with the death of loves' health
a dress made of satin all stained with her sorrow
she's worn it for years, and she'll wear it tomorrow
a ragged hem and her sash sinched so tight
hangs loose on her frame which speaks of no meals, no dinner at night
and stockings torn and
leather boots worn
her dirtied cheeks
red from the cold of the morn
and hair so light that was lighter still
but lost with the innocence of her youth
frown lines mar her lovely face
her eyes are so distant, so cold, fixed on space.
This girl that you see
all withered or worn
this girl that you see
she could be you or be me
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
It was something of that lonely sea
that surely would be the end of me
something in those thrashing waves
in the ending of me and my sea
I have loved the water from the start of my time
made countless pieces and story and rhyme
it was by there that I took
my first long deep breath
and I find it fitting that is should, too,
be my death
I have found I find faces
where wave meets
the shore
they are screaming
and wailing, not sane anymore!
I have spent countless hours
in that old study
of mine
yet They misunderstand me,
I am perfectly fine!
I search for the turbulence
like in the break of a wave
and yet all is lacking in such darkness untamed
save for the inside of my grave.
And that is why that it is here you'll find me
in my endless and watery
grave by the sea.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
Journey to the sand
of White Diamonds
to the shore of white diamonds
twixt the Mountains
churning, turning, clear as night seas
Pool of Stars betwixt
the trees
I move my feet over Shards of Glass
dancing, dancing, everfast
I Sing by this Spring
that I have found
this Mirror
Mirror
on the ground
Ivory Crystals
cut my feet
crystals lay in Bitter Sheets
I move my body to the beat
and Feel the Heat of a shooting star
soaring, soaring, everfar
Red Blood Stains
the glittering white
Drum and Flute move me
all through the night
I will Live in this Moment
and mark it with movement, and I will live by the shores
of White Diamonds.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC
on battered wings
we take our flight
and soar on glittering trails
into seas of starlight
we will coast along
the milky way
and float in silky waves
'improbable, impossible'
they always say
and yet here with the stars I lay.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 4:21 PM UTC
Past days of death
til nights of life
these shadowed corners
ease our strife
colored lights
and pounding beat
people moving
on their feet
people swaying
band is playing
cloying smoke
in pumping lungs
so here we live dying
forever young
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
that time of day
with shadows tall
and setting suns,
the rise and fall.
diamond skies
a distant star
you try to catch
but it's just too far.
for now you can watch
and lie in wait
and count the stars
and breaths you break.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC