Ayn - Hello Poetry

Ayn Jul 2020

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As the creeping doubt
Draws shadows of trees
Onto my mind’s canvas,
I silently look away,
Wishing the water’s reflection
Could distract me.

Rippling across the surface;
Distorting what I see.
The inkwell’s matte mirror
Changing what I’m to be.

I’m tired. And a bit sad. But who cares? At least I’m writing it out.

#love #doubt #shadow #paint

Ayn Jul 2020

Hiking Boots

Nothing lasts forever
But we just gotta believe,
And make it last long.

As long as we both try
We can continue this trek
For as long as we want.

Who knows what we’ll find
Along the way?

As long as we try, it will work out.

Edit: I said long a bunch.

#love

Ayn Jul 2020

Fleeting

As comets fly
Splitting the sky,

Innumerable stars
Litter the beyond

A fleeting moment
Worth a million words,
Yet only so much
Can I say.

I’ve noticed that’s it’s hard to write a love poem while in a relationship. That has nothing to do with the poem. Just something I noticed.

Ayn Jul 2020

Vorpal

A world of emanating noise
Filling my mind with static,
The voices are in and out
Their sounds more that sporadic.

Living in a world of noise
Shouting through my soul
Living in a world of toys
Screaming away what’s whole

I’ve been pretty silent on these recent ones. I don’t know why. Didjya guys miss me? Probably not, but you know, it’s nothing much. Anyways there’s been a lot going on and I haven’t written much poetry. Well I have, but I’m embarrassed to even call it poetry. I think I’m losing my “edge” per se.

Ayn Jul 2020

Fragmentation

Swim on the river
Wade through the spiral
View the simmering color
As the surf turns visceral.

Bleed out the river
Wade through the deeds
View the glimmering color
As the red leaves the reeds

Ayn Jul 2020

Roadless

As I watch the ebbing tide
I am stripped of all but pride.

Left to confide
In the riptide.

Let it drag me through silent waves
And dig me the watery graves

It follows a syllable count for each couplet:
7s
4s
8s
Because I said so.

Also each couplet rhymes with itself. That’s why I’m calling them couplets.

Ayn Jul 2020

Sometimes

Sometimes
I’m living in my own shadow,
Pushed into what others see.

Sometimes
I’m sticking out like neon
In large groups of people.

Sometimes
I’m still holding on
To what’s long gone.

Sometimes
I forget to let go,
And my blood seeps
Into an outward flow.

Inspired by “I,” a song by Taproot