R Ryumka

R Ryumka Oct 2013

Bring me silky stars,
and their ****** shine;
Bring me that cruel moon,
so far from being mine.

Bring me those bright clouds,
conforming to no law;
Bring me velvet sky,
lay it on the floor.

Bring me burning suns,
too bright for me to bear;
Bring me the north wind,
and her tangled silver hair.

Bring me the harsh sea,
her waves and curves alike;
Bring me the horizon,
and with her the soft night.

R Ryumka Oct 2013

Catoptric #1

I am a tumbleweed blown
across terracotta plains:

You are a supernova
brightly bursting into flame.

You burn for a lifetime,
For all to see,

While I drift along,
Just the wind and me.

R Ryumka Aug 2013

Do you care at all?

You fire me then cool me, shaping me like clay,
yet all the while your apathy
leaves me trampled where I lay.

(do you care at all?)

You break my bones then fix then, as if you care for me,
yet all the while
you carry on as casual as can be.

(do you care at all?)

You strip me down then cast me off, and this is all my fault,
I can't read your mind or face,
so in my wounds goes salt.

(do you care at all?)

One half wants to slit your throat, when you tear me into two
yet all the while
the other half would hate to worry you

*(do you care at all?)

R Ryumka Apr 2013

syllables

how can somebody hide in just one syllable,
you know,

how can somebody hide pieces of themselves

in the sharp way in which I fold my arms,
in the colours that i sometimes wear -

in how i try to do no harm
and the way i wear my hair,

the style of my dress
plus my thing for blue:

i'm an arrant
mess, you know,

just between
me and
you.

a syllable/structure experiment: from twelve syllables to one.

this kind of vein is the only one my words seem to want to come from at the moment. letting go/hanging on is fairly relevant right now, I suppose.

R Ryumka Apr 2013

just maybe

i can't help
thinking,
just maybe,

if i could force the sun to stay away,
to leave me just the stars in its bay
and if i could bend those stars to suit my whims,
to bathe me in light i felt comfortable in,

just maybe,
i could love him.

if i could run the oceans into defeat,
to sprint until they fell at my feet,
and if tide and time would turn for me,
giving me a solitary victory

just maybe,
i could forget you.

if i could lift the storms away from harm,
gathering thunder and lightning in arms
and if i could soothe the squalling of the gale,
softening the blows from marring hail.

just maybe,
i could find a safer way.

i can't help
thinking,
just maybe,

if i could mould the unmalleable
conquer what i thought infallible,
and if i could upend everything i held dear,
and find some way to force my eyes clear,

just maybe,
i could walk away from you.

this can hardly be classified as a poem - more as deluded ramblings.

R Ryumka Mar 2013

Always Around

Blonde rain falls around me,
Slipping too quickly over shattered skin;
Too fast for me to recall
The gleaming highlights of your hair.

Blue grey clouds flit past,
Hovering just above broken, outstretched hands;
Too high for me to catch their colour,
And remember how your gaze felt.

Cables **** in syncopated moves,
But even they cannot replicate the way you walked;
Too jerky, too smooth,
For the way you breezed straight past me.

In the stars lies every phase of your smile,
Too scattered to resemble constellations;
Every incandescent light, a ill remembered image
Of the way you saw my soul.

You are nowhere to be found,
Yet you are every place I run to,
Every place I hide;
Seeping unnoticed into my skin,
Until, once again, I am flooded
With flashes of a life
That I will never again touch;

You are always around,
And
I wish I could forget.

— The End —