1st Era - Hello Poetry

Oct 2018

Dylan Growcoot

Let me just lay down
foundation.
This is where we'll stay
every night.
Our gaze is sky bound
to the sun.
The only star gaze
we'll follow.

Suffering is all we've ever known
and all we'll ever know is suffering.

As we cook under
this heat,
our rotten husks turn
to meat,
and we'll just take a
seat,
in our little house
of peat.

#acceptance #doom #isolation #suffering #hell

Oct 2018

Dylan Growcoot

8. To a Hermit

In the valley of the hermit,

an old woman lives alone

clutching onto a stone.

She knew time when she saw it.

She lived on top of a tower,

a storm brewing up above.

Still she didn't lose sight of

the rocks' hands from turning over.

One day a man came to her door,

showed her the wheel on his wrist.

"Time is something you can't resist!

this tower's not safe anymore."

The woman chose not to listen.

And when the lightning finally struck,

she ran completely out of luck

and time was something she was missing.

#loneliness #isolation #time #fate #story #regret #fear

Oct 2018

Dylan Growcoot

7. My Feelings of Desire Turn Me

I want you to care
about me.

I want you to stare.
I'm not fee
ling too

sure of myself,
but I can help
you
to start feeling well
if you want me to.

I just want to be
want to be
want to be
want to be
want to be
want to be
wanted.

Take me out on a date,
spend money on me.
Promise I wont be late,
need to know you're wi
ling to

sacrifice
a bit of yourself.
Bring me to paradise,
like I'm somebody else.

#alienation #wanted #isolation #desire #love #broken

Oct 2018

Dylan Growcoot

5. On Sunday

A grey horizon.
A gentle breeze.
A light rain.

You have the most beautiful blue eyes, she said.
An unsettling silence took hold.

A great wave crashes into land,
sweeps away at valleys and hills,
and it creeps inland into towns;
it drowns the world;
only I remain dry,
as I look at the brittle tops of the trees
with my tired eyes.

From my
throne of leaves
I wade through
the destruction,

A single tree on a hill survives,
through my wet, sluggish clothes, I struggle on,
wrestling the current,
closer to the tree;
but it was just a tree.

#grey #sadness #hopeless #depression #weakness #isolation #alienation

Oct 2018

Dylan Growcoot

4. Sails in the Sand

My ship it lies motionless,
nestled in the dunes.
I'm very far away from home,
and I can't find the moon.

I creak and wobble left and right
as I sail among the sand.
Windy gusts will raise the grains
yet carry me throughout this land.

The little boat then takes a turn,
toward a watery reprise.
Struggling the yellow stone,
The boat finds only lies.

As I sail into the night,
my ship it lies motionless,
nestled in the dunes

#ship #sailing #surviving #struggling #strength #static #lies

Oct 2018

Dylan Growcoot

3. My Little Cloud

My little cloud, you're so beautiful,
but don't stick around too long, ok?
Cloud, dear, you're so beautiful,
but can you come back another day?

When I think of you I can't think straight.
I'm gonna need to take a little break.
My mind gets in this cloudy state.
Could you just wait?

My little cloud, you're so beautiful.
I see your reflection in the sea,
and darling, you look beautiful.
The water's looking up at me.

When I see you, floating so free,
I get jealous, I must agree.
And while I sit under this tree,
I feel like nobody.

#love #heart #break #clouds #beauty #regret #conflict

Oct 2018

Dylan Growcoot

2. By Her Voice

Why can't we be like
we were at our honeymoon?

Stitching the petals
back onto the rose.

Images of you sitting
over the river,

memories of hurt,
no longer held close.

Don't sing me that song
with your brittle old voice,
it no longer
belongs to you.
The person I knew is still there at that river,
and I'm drowning in its endless blue.

Why can't we be like
we were at our older days?

The overgrown tree
it was right all along.

Surrounded by an ocean
of foreboding grey,

my mind can only find
its way back to your song.

Please sing me that song
with your brittle old voice,
for it always
belonged to you.
The person I know is still there at that river,
and I'm drowning in its endless blue

#beauty #oldage #old #age #song #time #death #love

Oct 2018

Dylan Growcoot

1. The Observatory, Deafened

look at the moon
what have I done
look at the stars
a million suns
will you forgive me
for all I did wrong?

If I promise not to see you,
will you try and understand?
will you try and see the stars?
the moon is dark and ugly,
but the sky, it is not.

#forgiveness #good #evil #moon #sky #ugly

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