Zoromir: Poems

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Zoromir Jan 2016

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My eyes are lagoons
All you can see is ripples
though storms rage inside.

I have no idea. Had this floating around in my head so I felt the need to write it down....

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Zoromir Jan 2016

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I could feel a surge of tears
rippling through my eyes
and if anyone dared to try to speak to me
or look at me too closely
or try to hug me
or even touch me gently on the arm or hand
the tears would all spill out,
blinding me
and I'd cry for a week

17

Zoromir Nov 2015

17

I wonder,
when I’m 70,
what I’ll think of the boy,
who broke my heart at 17

18 candles

Zoromir Jan 2014

18 candles

We used to make friends so easily
never judging anyone is what's it's meant to be
our parents were heroes in our eyes
TV and magazines soon changed our minds

As we grow older
we grow not wiser
but full more of hate

told to love
and told not to love ourselves

You never thought it was going to come so soon
although you knew this was always fate
as you blow your eighteen candles
the smoke drifts but your childhood drifts further

I kind of based this poem around the thought I feel like I am growing up too quickly and the fact as a young child I always thought being an 'adult' was really far off. I still feel like I have a lot of growing up to do.

40-love

Zoromir Nov 2015

40-love

Middle               aged
couple.               playing
ten                       nis
when                   The
game                  ends
and                     they
go                         home
the                     net
Will                     Still
be                         be
tween                   them

poem about a failing marriage, how cheerful

Blind man given sight

Zoromir Mar 2014

Blind man given sight

I see the grey on their faces
I see the clouds on their heads
I see the tears traces
and their broken hearts

I see the wind
I see the grass
and this world I had imagined
was much better in the past
before my sight was made transparent

But,
I see the light
I see the dimples and freckles on her chin
I see her eyes
I see her skin,
To know that she is real.

I was in town and an old man started talking to me, I said I was doing about textures for my art project and he began talking about himself. He was born blind and grew up blind without being able to see. He met his wife when he was 8 years old and they married when they were 20. All through their lives together he couldn't see until he was given laser eye surgery to improve his sight and he was telling me that when he could first see he was really disappointed because the world he thought was beautiful was really depressing and people were sad. It was driving him mad. But then one sunny spring day when the light poured in from the French shutter windows-his wife standing in the door way he realised how blessed he was of being given sight and being able to see the real beauty of her and know she's an actual person without having to touch around to know she's there. And that her presence-the sight of her comforted him. I thought that was beautiful..

Colour of his eyes

Zoromir Jan 2014

Colour of his eyes

He will forget the colour of my eyes
the tint of my lips
He will forget

He will forget the lines on my hands
the goose bumps on my skin
He will forget

He has, like I knew he would.
For he has forgotten.
Like he said he never could.

And hopefully soon,
I will too,
forget the colour of your eyes.
and what you said at 2.am.
But more importantly,
Rid the sickness of your lies.

Really not sure about this, doesn't sound quite right but I am posting it anyway..

Commitment

Zoromir Aug 2018

Commitment

He said he could not do commitment
I wish I could be that exception
Curious to know what would unfold
Curious to know what it would feel
just to be held by you
just to be wanted by you and only you
But alas,
I am wiser to know
that this temporary would only break me in the end

Eight word story

Zoromir Jan 2016

Eight word story

I wonder
if
you wonder
about
me
too

#him

Energy

Zoromir Jan 2014

Energy

There is a light bulb where my heart used to be,
but you were the careless type.
You knew how much energy could be wasted when you left a room with the light on,
so you did.

Failing faith

Zoromir Oct 2015

Failing faith

Is there something I'm not seeing?
Something,
you're not telling me?
See,
I've been having trouble kneeling.
I don't know what to believe.

Forget

Zoromir Jan 2014

Forget

I have been told to  forget you.
 Oh, as if it were  so stupidly simple.
 I can’t make a movement 
or a noise,
or have a  thought
without you  appearing.
 How do you forget  somebody?
How do you forget  somebody,
when  your lips are stitched  together with the  letters that spell  out their name?

Ghost

Zoromir Oct 2015

Ghost

Oh how strange it is,
to remember how close we once were
I sometimes see things,
that make me think of you
But I must remember,
you're not there,
anymore.
My world collapsed when yours did.
But,
I'll still see things,
that remind me of you,
and still think of you,
And I text you when I do.
But I must remember,
you're no longer there,
to answer,
on the other end.

(I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.)
(I love you, I love you, I love you.)
(Always, always, always.)

Good-Bye (once more)

Zoromir Jan 2016

Good-Bye (once more)

The glass fogged up
We wrote messages on the glass
hammering the window as you drove past
but you didn't see us.
You didn't stop to wave.
I grabbed onto your arm, tugging like a child
"I don't want you to go!"
with you gone, this house is so much colder,
my room is so much darker.
and when I say I miss you,
I really, really,really do.

home town

Zoromir Jul 2015

home town

Grey clouds wrapped around the town like elastic
and cars stood like toys made of Taiwanese plastic.
Puddles splashed huddles of bus stop crows
All dressed in their suits and their boots,
they all look the same.

Pigeons pecked drains and sparks flew like planes
The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains

Then the evening pulled the moon out of its packet,
stars shone like buttons on an old man's jacket

4am

Well I'm sick of this town!
This blind man's forage!
They take your dreams down and stick them in storage
and you can have them back someday,
when you've paid off your mortgage and loans.

How am I supposed to

Zoromir Dec 2013

How am I supposed to

How am I supposed to wait for someone who may never turn up?

I can't remember

Zoromir May 2015

I can't remember

As we sat in your car,
the darkness engulfing the world around us,
With nothing but the sound of a passing car
drifting on by.
I wasn't listening.
Occupied with the thought of my unflattering profile
I can't remember what you said,
or when you first held my hand.
At 2.15 am.

I still do

Zoromir Dec 2013

I still do

I wonder if you remember
The time in which we loved
But for now I see you look at me
And wonder if you do
There is apart of me
Which reminisces
That says
"yes"
And another
which shyly says
"I do "

Late night thoughts

Zoromir Oct 2015

Late night thoughts

When I was seven
I wanted to be eight
And when I was nine
I wanted to be eleven
Then,
after that
I just wanted to be eighteen.
All this time wishing I was older
But now I am older,
I just want to be younger
And view the world from a more foggier lens,
once more.
Not know to question
oh all these decisions!
In desperation,
I search to no clear avail.
I just want more time,
but I feel time is growing faster than I

Late night thoughts: frustration

Zoromir Jan 2016

Late night thoughts: frustration

I hate these thoughts
that stick in my head
that come out at night
why I try go to bed
*******.
I want to sleep.

Left unsaid

Zoromir Dec 2013

Left unsaid

There is a universe inside your head
Constellations of all the thing you left unsaid

You have your own eyes
But dare not blink
and you have your own opinion
But you dare not show
A shelf of books with out the pages,
a wealth of thoughts locked up in cages

For there is a universe inside your head
Constellations of all the thing you left unsaid

Letters and late night thoughts

Zoromir Jan 2016

Letters and late night thoughts

I keep all your letters
in a metal tin
in my bedside table draw.
I wonder if you kept mine,
all those letters,songs and sketches...
and I wonder if you ever go over them
or if I ever even pass through your thoughts.

Thoughts,

#night #ink #late #thoughtsthoughtsspilt

Mid Summer

Zoromir Jan 2016

Mid Summer

There's a song that makes me thing of you,
whenever it is played.
We sat in your Dad's car and drove with the windows down.
That evening summer sun ,
flickering through the trees.
I paused for a moment, to savour it.
A moment where, minds totally free
-like the breeze in our hair.
You looked over at me and we laughed for a while
And then we stopped in a field and watched the sun go down
and heard the skylarks sing
and saw the starlings dance in the darkening sky.
we didn't say a word outside,
contented with your presence and the beauty surrounding us...
I thought this is what happiness feels like,
being next to you.
and I wonder if you savoured that moment too.

just random thoughts meh looking back on stuff

Monsters

Zoromir Dec 2013

Monsters

My Mother always told me,
no monster lived beneath my bed
But she failed to warn me,
It laid on top of it instead.

New Year

Zoromir Jan 2014

New Year

For this is a new year,
a fresh new start.
But for me,
I know I will be thinking back,
from when we spoke last.
And saying in my mind
"last year at this time of year.."
For every month and every day,
is a reminder you are not here.
And I think to that time,
perhaps if I had done differently,
this year wouldn't be quite as lonely.

Notice

Zoromir Jan 2014

Notice

Some days I find you clustered  in the corners of my bathroom mirror
 and sometimes I find you in the lines  of my own hands,
like you’ve  been sitting there for centuries, 
waiting for me to notice you
and I'm noticing you. 
I' m noticing you all the time. 
But the thing you don’t understand  is
that I'm trying to stop noticing you .
But trying to stop noticing you,
is  like trying to stop noticing  that the ocean is blue
or that  all the oxygen in my veins  left when you did.

One

Zoromir Dec 2013

One

The ones which we love first
Are the ones which we love always
But you shan't
Because
I was never your only
And neither your one
Or your first

Option

Zoromir May 2019

Option

I am an option
A possibility with which he could hold
But he wavers, uncertain

You’re not scared at all,
you’re just scared to fall

Paper moon

Zoromir Jan 2014

Paper moon

Loneliness is an empty mattress, 
a paper moon, 
the dust that settles while we sleep.

Promise

Zoromir Jan 2016

Promise

I can't promise
that I won't let you down.
And I,
can't promise you
that I will be the only one around
when your hope falls down.
But we're both young,
amidst the windy fields
of this war-torn world.
Our stories,
yet untold
and when darkness has robbed us of all our sight,
we shall eventually find light
just hold onto what you believe in.

Remus

Zoromir Nov 2015

Remus

Today was the the day,
I was given the news
"a body has been found"
"a body has been found"
at the base of the cliff.
First you're missing,
Now you're gone.
Why?
O why?
-But if only you could see,
how many people tried to find you
and how we all care.
If only you knew
If only you knew
Alas, it's too late

:( poem dedicated to Remus, who went missing for three days with no reason why and was later found today, his body found at the base of a cliff. This poem is dedicated to him, I just wish he knew how much everyone loves him, truly and unconditionally love him. Such a shock.

Roof to gardens

Zoromir Nov 2015

Roof to gardens

It is the hardest to wake up
in shambles.
Your day is a mixture
of soft memories
and crushing nostalgia.
Do you remember?
The rooftop with
gardens and gazebos
and warmth for us to grow?
I forgot how close
it always was,
how wrong it all feels
because nothing grows there
anymore.

Sleepless

Zoromir Jan 2014

Sleepless

yawn into my hand, 
curl it up into a fist,
grasp another sleepless night, 
and break walls with it.

Sorry

Zoromir Nov 2015

Sorry

Words I cannot bring into,
to even describe emotion,
the stricken grief
and rawness-
oh what could I have done to save you?
I wish
I wish I was there to stop you.
I wish I was there to hold your hand,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.
I want you to be here.

Teenage girl cliche

Zoromir Oct 2015

Teenage girl cliche

Oh such teenage girl cliche
But I hate my body,
it's always been that way.
Thighs too fat,
legs too short,
nose too big.
Suppose I start to accept myself,
then some stupid boy,
tears me down.
All I want is acceptance,
and to look pretty **** hot.

Ten word story

Zoromir Jan 2016

Ten word story

my
heart
broke
in two
when
you said
"I do"

I just realised this sounds like something to do with marriage but it isn't anything to do with that, just to clarify.

That night in December

Zoromir Jan 2016

That night in December

I met you there with a nervous smile
and left knowing you'd be here awhile.
You were different to anyone I've ever known,
used to have a tendency to drink alone
but something about you,changed me somehow.
You gave me your best and I gave you my worst
Why let me in to just get hurt?

But moments stay,
when people leave
and I still remember

Late nights and buses
Running and laughing
'Till I would starting crying,
you were so drunk out your mind

But moments stay,
when people leave
and I still remember

Dancing in the kitchen in the refrigerator light
and sitting on the roof late at night
seeing all the world from above

Kissing and fighting
Running and laughing
I loved last December
Don't think I don't remember

Moments stay,
when people leave
and I still remember,
that night in December.

Not sure about this one but meh

#spilt #inkinkspiltlovenostalgic

The Sea

Zoromir Nov 2015

The Sea

remember as a child, you'd go to the beach
smothered in suncream that smelt of peach
running off before it was all rubbed in
don't care about sunburn, just means a pink chin.
scratchy grains clinging to your arms and your feet
entirely complacent, the weather is sweet
ahead is the sea, so excitingly cold
who cares about taxes or growing old.
in the sea the grains float away
my skin is free, the sand astray
the sea is so enticing and blue
oh how its favours,
to remind me of you

Thoughts

Zoromir Dec 2013

Thoughts

Skinnier waist and a prettier face?
Does not my personality shape my waist
Does the bitterness of this ugly desperation abbreviate a more a sweeter appreciation
Does my hair,
Be not gold
So I cannot be bold?
Or my eyes.
Be not blue.
Or my skin,
Fit not of colour chart approval?
The legs that enable me to walk
that I so much hate,
may serve a more neglected fate.
All the thoughts a mind can process,
shall be which of sure debate,
Not but of the demons which it creates.

I wrote this on a long car journey on holiday in France

Thoughts: late at night

Zoromir Jan 2016

Thoughts: late at night

You don't love your body
but your body loves you
after all this time
it looks after to you.
it fights and wages war against
the conflicts of your mind
telling you to die.
you're still living
heart, still beating
still breathing
always fighting.
you say to yourself
"I don't want to go on"
"I can't go on any further"
but your body says no.
your heart is still beating
and your body is still working
underneath all this
is not someone who has given up
you still have a fight within you
your body hasn't given up
and neither should you.

Truth

Zoromir Dec 2013

Truth

All my thoughts sound better in my head.
All my dark thoughts are always there,
but come when I am in bed.

two once more

Zoromir Jan 2016

two once more

How I long to be
once more
the girl
with blonde curly hair
and be dancing bare
in the rain,
with the only care I give...
being none at all.

Unknown

Zoromir Oct 2015

Unknown

Oh I don't know
I just don't know!
Which way to turn.
Which way to face.
Which way to kneel.
I'm lost,
so very, very lost

untitled

Zoromir Dec 2013

untitled

poem under development in drafts

Untitled

Zoromir Nov 2015

Untitled

If their eyes ever falter as you walk into a room, walk away. You may not believe it, but you deserve to be reflected in their irises.

2. If you’re sitting in your bed with their voice echoing in your head, using your sheets to wipe your nose, and can think of sixteen reasons to go and one to stay, you should go. You will find someone better for you, I promise.

3. If you go into it hoping you can get them to smoke less **** or stop saying ‘****’ so **** much, don’t go further. Old habits die hard, if at all; make sure you can live with their quirks.

4. If they hold their glass of ***** closer than your waist, let them go. You do not deserve to come in second to their vices.

5. If they pinch your love handles and tell you your curls look better straightened, leave. The way you were created deserves to be adored.

6. Know you are worth millions of atoms, of stardust and spiraling staircases of double helixes, and do not accept anything less than love.

Untitled

Zoromir Dec 2013

Untitled

POEM UNDERDEVELOPMENT
THOUGHTS AT 1.16 AM
The ones in which are hard to love
Need it most

The ones who love
Are hated

And those who hate
Are adored

And those who love
Are ignored

Untitled

Zoromir Dec 2013

Untitled

h

Underdevelopment

Untitled

Zoromir Jan 2014

Untitled

Keep your friends by your shoulder,
save your lovers in your heart.

Put your enemies behind your back
that's where they always are