FluorescentShadow

FluorescentShadow Aug 2020

Watery

Brushing my hands,
An invitation
To a wavering future.

The still;
Almost silent glass,
Beckoning me closer.

However,
All I can do
Is ripple the surface,
Breaking a glassy illusion.

FluorescentShadow Aug 2020

(in)human

Petals falling
Over dead leaves,
Desecrating the earth’s
Lifeless memorial.

As the lifeless
May be sacred
To the living,
I still stand;
A living insect,
To be toyed with
By (in)human gods.

FluorescentShadow Aug 2020

King Nothing

All those petty lies,
Futile tries,
And what’s you’re prize?

Nothing.
I don’t have a thing
To crown upon your head.
No crown
To coronate you an *******.

Disarming you upon your decent,
Shocking you when you’re grounded.

Stop seeking my comfort,
For soon I will lose this pity.

Don’t **** with me. Not that they’ll ever even read this. Ugh some people are so ******* annoying. They degrade themselves or say that you’ll do something bad to them just to be complimented or to get a gentle confirmation that you won’t do anything bad. I’m tired of that.

Title is from the song King Nothing by Metallica. It’s a good song.

FluorescentShadow Aug 2020

Crystal-line

If love is sugar,
Leave behind
The long stale bread,
And use the stars instead.

Only in the clearing
Will you see a candy house;
A place of sweet temptation,
And bitterless deflation.

I tried to make this on several levels. I debated whether or not to explain them here but decided not to.

FluorescentShadow Aug 2020

Glacial fragrance

Cold hands
Grasping at my arms,
Longing for some heat,
Unwilling to face
An icy incineration
Before jack frost’s
Legion of frozen winds.

My blood has run too cold,
And I have long since forgotten
That these hands are but my own.

My hands get really cold really easily. But I don’t feel my hands ever get cold. I’ve never felt my hands get super duper cold. everyone comments about it, but whenever I put my fingers to my neck, I still feel a gentle heartbeat, which tells me I’m still alive; not a reanimated skeleton! My friends love to call me that because I’m so skinny.

FluorescentShadow Aug 2020

Misted Wonders

Mistily drifting
Through lazily flowing
Streams.

Morning mountains
Wave a warm welcome,
Hiding the torturous glare
Of the oppressive morning sun.

These white mountain mornings
Surely are the best.

Naming poems is hard, but I really don’t know what’s happening to what because they’re all “Untitled”

I’m remembering when I climbed mt. Washington a year ago. I’m actually trying to climb all 48 4k footers in NH, then I’m going to go back to Washington and do the hardest trail (i did the second hardest last year)

FluorescentShadow Aug 2020

Untitled

Saving face
With a mask of lies,
Avoiding rainy puddles
And radiant glass,
Because my reflection
Might not show.

******* blood
From the wounds
Of tiny truths,
And lying
To justify the damage,
I persist with life.

I know my poetry isn’t great, well not as great as one of my friend’s poetry. I never shared my poetry with him because I didn’t want him to look down on me. Kinda sad, my only writer friend is so much better than me that I’m afraid to tell him I write too.