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Jul 2021 · 193
bluest moon
Isaac Jul 2021
i draw hearts with the stardust,
unintentional beauty, accidental art,
left in your wake

i catch glimpses of you,
burning the night sky up with your flare,
a scar of light inked along
the cheekbones of a dusty mirror

you are a shooting star,
that i can only wish upon
do wishes come true?
Jul 2021 · 137
deconstruction
Isaac Jul 2021
a mountain of bricks, glued by memory,
hand-built by you, hastily put together,
mistakenly given life, a glossy trophy,
i am a mountain of bricks you walk over

a splash of dye, a spill of ink,
i lie red, white, black and blue,
you cleave crumbling edges, watch me sink,
profanities in cursive, defamed by you

i bleed over the cracks, paint over the lines
as you take me back, piece by piece, brick by brick,
scatter me to the earth, burn down the signs,
i am a mountain of bricks, sweetly sick
Mar 2021 · 126
midnight thoughts
Isaac Mar 2021
like tarnished silver and forgotten gold,
my midnight thoughts haunt me,
an echo of beauty only to
be forgotten the
next morn'
Mar 2021 · 313
chorus
Isaac Mar 2021
there's a catch in my throat
a lump, a bump, a sudden
crosswords of air and thought
and the notes are suspended
midair, empty, a vibration
with direction but no motivation

there's a catch in my throat,
a hurdle in the road, a pothole
of accidents and apologies
and the music abruptly pauses
a welcoming dissonance,
warm but jarring

there's a catch in my throat,
and I can no longer sing,
and the rhythm has tumbled
and fallen, and I cannot catch my breath,
but still the silence goes on,
and I can only listen
Mar 2021 · 535
A Garden Dirtpath
Isaac Mar 2021
they say to stop and smell the roses,
but I have only been pricked,
and the only red I've seen is blood
Mar 2021 · 105
timeless mortality
Isaac Mar 2021
like the snow before spring,
i am the last breath of frost in the air,
a bitter goodbye to frozen mornings,
mornings now filled with sunshine and despair

like the flowers in summer,
i am the reflection of aging beauty,
crinkled wrinkles are my cover,
a dried up bloom fulfilling my duty

like the warmth in autumn,
i fall with the leaves, orange,
and blood red, i slumber at the bottom
a fatal rest in a hidden grange

like the tress in winter,
i wilt my wings, nosedive
from the rain, pitter patter,
awaiting the silence to arrive

like the snow before spring,
i collapse once again into the ground,
tired, restless, unable to sing,
the seasons just keep spinning me round
Mar 2021 · 135
merry-go-round
Isaac Mar 2021
and in a beautiful show of collapse all around,
a shower of stars bleaches the ground

beauty fallen, but not from grace
beauty sodden, but not your face

a leaf sobbing in autumn winds,
i am but one of many for whom you sing

a song of light from the silent moon
i listen not for the lyrics, but for your croon

and in a beautiful show of collapse all around,
a glowing breath of life i have found
i live not for the beauty, but for the sound
i live not for the life, but to you i am bound
Mar 2021 · 129
unfinished song
Isaac Mar 2021
and like an unfinished song,
i keel on the verses of empty,
and fall into restless sleep
upon senseless lyrics and
painful choruses

that i am forced to sing,
my throat yielding to the
puppet strings of life, rending
every note, torn into fractions
of a melody so haunting only
i can hear

the facade of beauty erasing
the colours of melancholy,
i am bound to an unfinished song
that is me
Sep 2020 · 109
caving in
Isaac Sep 2020
hollow and thawing
your embrace leaves shadows
in the snow of my heart
melted days and melting nights
a snuffed out flame, shallow
breath, through cracks of
lifeless vein and pointed,
deathly, killer
stalagmites
Aug 2020 · 122
listen
Isaac Aug 2020
as the night sky begins to fall
and the dawn never breaks
listen for the silent call

take shelter in the empty halls
run further still, no time to take
as the night sky begins to fall

shut your eyes, dear, shut the door,
pray to God, for God's sake
listen for the silent call

walk on, walk forward in the drawl
of the thunder and lightning in your wake
as the night sky begins to fall

when hope seems lost as shadows stand tall,
when silence truly starts to ache,
listen for the silent call

as the moon waves goodnight to all
and now you feel so, so small
as the night sky begins to fall
listen for our silent call
Aug 2020 · 124
alarm
Isaac Aug 2020
a ringing, oh so soft,
yet so fragile, sits in my ear
a ghost of a reminder,
that you were once here
Jul 2020 · 78
My Butterfly Garden
Isaac Jul 2020
and like chipped teacups;
bedazzling in the own right,
my butterfly garden sparkles
in reflections and broken glass

gemstones impressed
upon their heads, forceful
light bled into reality
diamond studded wings
carrying the weight of themselves

a silent beating, whirring;
mechanical clicks signal life
in metal cages

and then; nothing

but the creeping warmth
of dead butterflies in my stomach
Jul 2020 · 147
I evol ouy
Isaac Jul 2020
the end, that's it.

i fall, a mime (s)till

as the curtain falls
farewells and thanks
in the night sky, resonating
empty eyes crying light

to culminate in this
how tragic, how unfortunate
cracked lips utter
gasping for the limelight,
kicked out of their own show

all for the punchline;

"you love I"
can be read upwards too
Jul 2020 · 144
darker skies
Isaac Jul 2020
when you're scared
to go home

is when you know the sun
has left the sky

and the moon has drowned
itself in its own reflection.
Jul 2020 · 145
me and the mirror
Isaac Jul 2020
when the blood bleeds blue,
and the skies turn red

is when I know I've lost you
for sure

when the rivers run red,
and when the sun cries blue
Jul 2020 · 153
krystal
Isaac Jul 2020
your crystal mask,
cut to perfection
radiates in the burning
heat, a bright beacon,
blinding, bedazzling

yet it is the very same crystal,
that is so fragile,
so see-through
your crystal tears radiate
in the transparent
rays
Isaac Jul 2020
many are left in wrath
in the wake of Time's path

he seems a foe, seems like
Death's master

treat him with no respect,
try to get away with neglect

he will seem a foe, seem like
no other

but hold his hand, and take your
Time, for

he will be a friend, will be
not asunder

know him all the Time, embrace
every moment and place

he will be your friend, will
walk you till your slumber.
Jul 2020 · 106
death, but sickly sweet
Isaac Jul 2020
and like death,
sweep upon your victims
like a cold wind on
a frozen night

bring sweat to palms
on rocky mountains,
bring fire to dying forests,
pluck your flowers,
graceful as you go,
and decorate your gardens

oh, sweet sadness,
how beautiful, how deadly.

wake someone up,
and bring someone down
day and day again,
you never fail to bring the night.
Jul 2020 · 106
time
Isaac Jul 2020
final breath in silence,
a rushed collision of fate
for eternity
give and take
Jul 2020 · 665
your eyes in the moonshine
Isaac Jul 2020
the glint in your eyes in the moonshine
are wrought now, with terror and scorn
what once was yours is no longer mine

a gentle rain turned to blurry lines
a spark grown, the fire now borne
the glint in your eyes in the moonshine

once one eye shut, now two are blind
facing catastrophe with your mind torn
what once was yours is no longer mine

windblown, torrential in the same kind
sunrise no longer leads to morn'
(with) the glint in your eyes in the moonshine

prostrate in pain, hands now behind
a final cry, alone and forlorn
what once was yours is no longer mine

a whisper from hate, a loveless sign
finally, clear skies now adorn
the glint in your eyes in the moonshine
what once was ours, is no longer mine
maybe it's time we let go
Jul 2020 · 70
wish upon a dying star
Isaac Jul 2020
and I thought you were
my shooting star,
bathed in light as your
hands reached for the door
to my heart

and I didn't see how you
would come to set my heart on fire,
with you burning wings of starlight
and hellfire,

and I didn't see how you
would come to set me on fire.
Jul 2020 · 75
little star
Isaac Jul 2020
i imagine all of us
like little fairy lights
strung up inside our own
shells

when the night is nigh
we shine the brightest,
but sometimes other shine
brighter, and we are blown out
short circuited

we all race for the top,
a winding christmas tree,
breaking your bulbs across
walls and beyond corners,
and the twinkle pop and shatter
becomes louder and louder,
until we rest our heads atop
the shooting star of fame (shame)
Jul 2020 · 104
silence said
Isaac Jul 2020
fragility, and
pain, peace, borne in unison
how it breaks me so
it can bring pain,
but enjoy it.
Jul 2020 · 75
silence says
Isaac Jul 2020
finger on your lip
tells me there's more than just one
ring on your fingers
sometimes you know even without them saying
Jul 2020 · 105
artful catastrophes
Isaac Jul 2020
in those fiery eyes,
lies a spark of calm beauty,
like colourful death
how dare we turn their suffering into our fame
Jul 2020 · 76
mistakes in motion
Isaac Jul 2020
just like the sun mourns
its dying child,
caressing its dry lakes and flaming forests,
unknowingly only starting a larger spark
of death

so I mourn myself,
my youth,
burning off whatever ashes
of memories are left in the rubble
of tears and pain.
Jul 2020 · 74
Mania of (Our) Skies
Isaac Jul 2020
espy the boundless skies
through shards of glass and windows,
and pupil lenses, tinted red green blue,
chromatic panic, a manic display of light

beauty incarnate, as you spectate
through your spectacles the spectacle of
man and fake suns, stars of your own making,
see-through masks and one-way rainbows

as you press closer, sparks turn to flames
and flames turn to fires, burn your skin
with tattoos of smoke and pain,
but your grin only grows wider in the open air

and with a crash, it was a mirror all along,
you realise, laughing on your way down
attempt at a modern sonnet gone wrong??
Jul 2020 · 97
the test
Isaac Jul 2020
all the right questions,
that the world turns away from
with all wrong answers
Jul 2020 · 137
form
Isaac Jul 2020
like beautiful form
reads tragedies and silence,
so a haiku does
17 syllables of more than just meaning
Jul 2020 · 157
smudged
Isaac Jul 2020
waiting amongst them,
bitter smile in the rain, like
cherry lip gloss pain
Jul 2020 · 79
sun and stars and you
Isaac Jul 2020
you can't see,
because you're blinding yourself
in this room, too small,
too dark for you

open the door, and light up the skies
Jun 2020 · 122
and like light
Isaac Jun 2020
and like light through the gaps
in your homely shelters,
fall from the skies,
unbridled and free
unfaltered, alive

blind the shadows as you fill life with sight and beauty
Jun 2020 · 80
high tide
Isaac Jun 2020
a reverb in the
back of my mind

rhythmic breathing,
beating hearts till they break

echoes haunt me,
ricochet in the night lights

dissonance like rain on sunny mornings,
glassy eyes till night, till broken dusk

the chorus, the ******
has arrived and I will ride until
the day ends.
Jun 2020 · 86
fear
Isaac Jun 2020
it's the shiver down your back.
the background screaming, muted,
but shrill in your shivering heart.

the shouting across corridors,
echoes along corridors,
silence aside corridors.

not creaking doors, no
but ones that shut and never open again,
and the others that stay open forever.

not vengeful spirits,
but broken ones, beyond the point
of saving, broken ones that can't save themselves

broken glass may line the red carpet,
fire may eat at the walls,
frost may gnaw at your digits

but never waver.

Don't be scared of being scared.
Jun 2020 · 67
not my cup of
Isaac Jun 2020
and yet again,
they've added too much sugar

it boils over, pink
and bubblegum,
artificial reality,
plastic face

but behind the masks
of dazzling white teeth
and teacups

lie the lies,
and the yellow black
shadows of teeth
and bitter, bitter coffee
Isaac Jun 2020
how can a minute feel
so, so long?

and how do lifetimes
disappear in front,
right
in
front

of my eyes?
Jun 2020 · 289
disappointment
Isaac Jun 2020
once, it was like a knife
grabbing at my insides,
cutting up my thoughts,
my heart, my mind,
a clear line of chaos spliced
into this line of fire

now, it is but a teardrop
left uncried, sitting on my
eyelid, a muted feeling
that rings harmoniously
through my soul.
As I grow accustomed to pain, I feel scared. How do I know when I've reached the limit?
Jun 2020 · 111
bright pink bows and trash
Isaac Jun 2020
like verbal diarrhea,
a poem is belched out from
deep within my inner workings
of the factory, ink-stained and
torn

sometimes i wonder if the title
is just a bright pink bow,
resting atop a pile of
trash.
Jun 2020 · 136
ornamental death
Isaac Jun 2020
but what good is a
fallen flower
except to be stepped upon
crushed under your
unwavering soles
of courage, bravery and
anger

i gift you this corsage of
lycoris radiata and
poison ivy,
and may you wear it till
the flowers fall

and crush you.
they aren't there just for you.
Jun 2020 · 71
the vibrance of silence
Isaac Jun 2020
it's the quiet of dawn
and the silence of dusk
that makes the day.

it's the unheard whispers
of the moon to the sun
that makes the night.

it's the unsung valor
of the invisible heroes,
the flicker of fire in
cold eyes and colder rooms.

and it's the unspoken words,
like whispers from the moon to the sun,
like the muted winds in the morning skies,
like tiny sparks, so alive, so bright,

that give life.
Jun 2020 · 69
pity
Isaac Jun 2020
and then silence came upon us
a final gift of pity from death himself,
as we seek him in our quest for life
Jun 2020 · 91
Irony (4)
Isaac Jun 2020
those shadows are clearest
in the light of day
Jun 2020 · 62
nursery crime
Isaac Jun 2020
rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top
when the wind blows, the dreams will all stop
when the bough breaks, they'll also take the doll
and gone will be baby, cradle and all.
why are nursery rhymes all so dark
Jun 2020 · 66
those people
Isaac Jun 2020
sometimes, all you can
really do is
give them a big smile
and wave them off,
hopefully from your life.
insults don't work because
you'll become one of them too.
Jun 2020 · 86
peace
Isaac Jun 2020
anticipation shakes me
as my fingers tremble
in the looming darkness
of tomorrow

the shadows grow longer,
and i grow tired. the day
stretches on, and doesn't end
but then it does.

and as night falls, so does
silence, and so does the moonlight
over the shadows, over the
mountains that are ever so tall

my dreams are dark,
near nightmares, no where near
reality, where all the shadows fall
and all the moonlight glimmers

bring to light this fear
make this all now clear
Restful nights await.
Jun 2020 · 109
amethyst teardrops
Isaac Jun 2020
the flowers fall,
every year.
lilac raindrops
on sodden ground
turned to dust and
roadkill

the flowers fall,
every year.
beautiful death,
they called it,
as they trampled
on the outstretched fingers,
blue and purple

the flowers fall,
every year.
paint the outside
lavender and violet
crinkle to nothing.

the flowers fall.
see them, and catch them.
remember them.
There are people out there, like falling petals. Hear their cries.
Jun 2020 · 151
where do poems come from?
Isaac Jun 2020
they come from all the words
left unsaid in our heads
blood from all the swords
bleach the paper red

they come from all the songs
left unsung in/at our wakes
from all our deathbed wrongs
till death do us part (for our sake?)

they come from all the paintings
left undone, hung upside down
stabbed into the wall, only waiting
for us to make our rounds

where do poems come from?
they come from us, to you
from you, to us,
from you, to you.
This community amazes me again and again. I love it here.
Jun 2020 · 86
You
Isaac Jun 2020
You
you wipe your tears
and tell me you're sorry
and that you're the one at fault,
that they were your mistakes,
and that you're sorry again and again
and you should've known better.

you don't see that your mistake is "you".

So much you, it's sickening.

I'm leaving before I become
your mistake.
Jun 2020 · 107
irony (3)
Isaac Jun 2020
I can't understand
how some people can stand
other people, till the end,
that really don't understand.
Sometimes I'm at fault too. And sometimes I need to realise that.
Jun 2020 · 58
i have/am lost
Isaac Jun 2020
it's almost as if I'm underwater
glassy eyes, haunted stare
I can't breathe, but I haven't ever
if I could, I wouldn't care

tension and suspension
fear, silence in contention
like atmospheric death
not a single breath

spoken thoughts are now
unspoken words, a bow

what I once felt is gone
that's it. this time you've won.
You did it.
I'm finally scared.
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