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veronica Nov 2015
i have come to learn that time and time again,
power is grasped by those amoral;
he who holds the sword hides the pen.

we hold the true potential; women and men.
though truth is hidden by those immortal.
i have come to learn that time and time again.

authority: the ultimate carcinogen.
left for dead, the immoral.
he who holds the sword hides the pen.

their mastery beyond my ken,
kept in the shadows, a mortal.
i have come to learn that time and time again.

rise to power, my kin.
take what you were given: a morsel.
he who holds the sword hides the pen.

a revolt comes as punishment, then.
scrawled with ink: a mural.
i have come to learn that time and time again,
he who holds the sword hides the pen.
veronica Nov 2015
the end begins with a dim red glow.
the smell of absinthe and smoke.
your mind can’t help but wander
to the first time you touched
her velvet skin;
the first time you weren’t alone.

6:48 AM drive until you forget the reason why.

day floods orange;
swallowing marigolds and incense ashes.
the smell of patchouli is not enough to mask your loneliness.
dawn breaks; sunrise fills your being.
slowly engulfed in warmth,
fall in love with yourself all over again.

10:23 AM grassy seas sweep across the horizon.

the yellow of contentment settles.
wildflowers and zebrinus scratch at your legs;
sunlight reddens your shoulders.
lay down,
rest your eyes,
embrace the sense of well-being.

4:07 PM find solace in the tallest oak.

as you overflow with green comfort,
breathe out,
breathe in,
feel the pulse of the earth.
fade into your surroundings;
live and become life.

8:49 PM your house has never been a home.

blue gently pierces your windowpanes.
shed your skin,
crawl under the sheets,
fall asleep to the sound of your breathing.
find comfort in your solitude;
you are not half a person.

11:20 PM drift into the R.E.M. stage of existence.

city lights of violet chaos.
reminiscence of better times
fills your restless mind.
fall into the static noise.
figureless bodies and neon signs
call you home for the night.

1:39 AM stare into the abyss, because it’s staring right back.

eternal black bleeds fast.
“thinking about the past is weird.”
“that’s because it’s a weird place.”
a storm of recollection.
saut dans le vide, my lover.
nothing awaits you anymore.

7:12 AM the soothing of wounds and the shock of awakening.

new life shines white.
eyes open,
light burns your irises,
though clouds blanket the sky.
paper planes fly toward the future,
mirroring the happiness you will soon find.
veronica Nov 2015
love is a rocky shore.
calling out into the silence; faraway voices echoing.
ghosts of former warmth bring frigid desire.
the ivory waves at dawn, crashing over the horizon,
reaching for the remote lighthouse, shining rays into the ebony dusk.

salt up to her ankles, lithe limbs floating in the dark sea
overcast skies clouding lungs
petrichor-graced senses, lingering like his aftershave.
nostalgic longing tears at her heartstrings,
her psyche burning for his presence.

brooding in silence,
he stares at his hands in reminiscence;
his fate had always aligned with hers.
on the brink of shipwreck,
letting go has never been his forté

love is a rocky shore.
inhale the crisp november air,
exhale the distance from heartbeat to heartbeat.
fall for the uneven surfaces
and the tragic beauty that comes with high tide.
veronica Nov 2015
lacking concept of time and reality,

the chill of anxiety has never felt more real.

a 368-day blur

laced with reminiscence of happier times

fogs my vision;

autopilot drives me into an emotional telephone pole.

poison does not graze

my stomach nor my lungs,

but instead my heart and head

receive the effects of your words.

you pour them down my throat like nectar, no

what you said choked me like tar, no

it couldn’t have

because not a single sound escaped your lips

that was directed towards me;

but is that not the point?

some say the unspoken conversations

are the ones that tear us to

******, mutilated shreds.

yours only left me

forsaken

writing this mess of a poem;

yet another silent interaction

that will never

cross your mind.
you were never there

— The End —