Lady by the lake
Showered in pure linen
Glistening upon the mark
Of the subtle shy moon.
Tell me a comforting sentence
As you witness me drown.
In tears, I do, and in heart.
Witness me, please.
Lady by the bank
Of the restless, wailing river
Whose constant carries change
And burden out to nameless sea.
Tell me a comforting sentence
As I wash away my sin
Whose likeness be of pebble
Or of Sisyphus’s Rock.
Lady by the Pier
Staring out on the horizon
Naming each and every color
Of the suffocating light.
Tell me a comforting sentence
Before I leap over the ledge.
The sun has already set,
Hasn’t it?
Lady by the Lake
Doused in crimson shine.
Matte, full of life
Bled to darkness’ grace.
Lady by the bank
Of the restless, wailing river.
Body, washed ashore
Along the muddied dreams.
Lady by the pier
Seeing the ripples of last breaths
Cast crests of meaninglessness
In an ocean of fluid dictionaries.
I’ll tell you I’m sorry
For appearing too early.
Too early for comfort
Too early for reason.
I’ll tell you I’m sorry
For vandalizing my life,
Ripping it out of its podium
And shot dead by a disgruntled self.
Lady by the Border
Here I am.
I know where I should go.
I am really sorry.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 8:33 PM UTC
Lady by the lake
Showered in pure linen
Glistening upon the mark
Of the subtle shy moon.
Tell me a comforting sentence
As you witness me drown.
In tears, I do, and in heart.
Witness me, please.
Lady by the bank
Of the restless, wailing river
Whose constant carries change
And burden out to nameless sea.
Tell me a comforting sentence
As I wash away my sin
Whose likeness be of pebble
Or of Sisyphus’s Rock.
Lady by the Pier
Staring out on the horizon
Naming each and every color
Of the suffocating light.
Tell me a comforting sentence
Before I leap over the ledge.
The sun has already set,
Hasn’t it?
Lady by the Lake
Doused in crimson shine.
Matte, full of life
Bled to darkness’ grace.
Lady by the bank
Of the restless, wailing river.
Body, washed ashore
Along the muddied dreams.
Lady by the pier
Seeing the ripples of last breaths
Cast crests of meaninglessness
In an ocean of fluid dictionaries.
I’ll tell you I’m sorry
For appearing too early.
Too early for comfort
Too early for reason.
I’ll tell you I’m sorry
For vandalizing my life,
Ripping it out of its podium
And shot dead by a disgruntled self.
Lady by the Border
Here I am.
I know where I should go.
I am really sorry.
a re-imagining of some of my older emo poems AAAAA
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