Sean Briere: Poems

3d · 53

Sean Briere 3d

This ship is sinking.
Your sea, violent.
Lightening flashes through my mind.
There are so many words I have for you.
They try to make their way past my lips, but they are krill trapped in a baleen maw.
Instead they take a pill, fall asleep inside my head. These watery words rise above me.
They travel down my throat and into my lungs.
I thought I took enough air before I went under. How wrong I was.
Calm.Quiet.Ocean.
Deafening.
I'm wriggling now.
My eyes frantically searching.
The abyss stares back.
There’s a weight in my chest.
Blue.Green.Silver.
An anchor pins me to your ocean floor.
Waves have swallowed me whole.
Jetsam tumbling through like driftwood on high seas.
I set my eyes on two green jewels glittering bewitchingly.
I'm locked on them.
Two lighthouses guiding me through this storm.
I should swim away from them.
Instead they draw me near, beckoning to me.
I dive down.
I am under their thrall.
I swim hard, I swim fast.
My chest compresses.
I’m out of breath.
My body thrashes and then surrenders.
I never had a chance.
Tiny bubbles make their way upward like small galaxies holding the last of me.

#abuse #sea #ocean #water

Feb 2013 · 991

Grey and Orange

Sean Briere Feb 2013

Grey and Orange

Light breaks through the littered cinerescent clouds as I watch from a Windex streaked window

Tangerine incandescence fighting it's way through as dusk approaches

Warm rays caress my face through shadows of the evergreens that line the street

As if a reflection of a giant brass *** was being cast into my living room

Fragments of dust filter through the clementine colored air

sitting cross legged on an old Persian rug covered in dog fur

A weather beaten Japanese maple stretches tall and upwards

The stellar jays bask in this rare gift, hopping from branch to branch

The inevitable gloom and grey catching up

Ashen warfare surging on a daisy farm

A sense of malevolence runs through the clouds

A split screen between the high spirits and the melancholy

The Castor and Pollux of the skies

Like a giant wondrous creamsicle threatened of being swallowed up by the smoke

This contention sends them blissfully unaware of the eclipsing nightfall that is upon them

Twilight enraptures the heavens, ending in nebulous sovereignty

Feb 2013 · 681

Stars

Sean Briere Feb 2013

Stars

It figures she's looking out at the stars again
Lost in air
Lost in breath
I thought i'd find her laying here
Coffee growing cold
A view from the window
Rain puddles on the sidewalks
Desire tingles in her feet. To get up
To travel planets. To love, all at once
She sits on the edge of her dresser
And twists daisies in her fingers
Soon she'll fly out of here
She pulls out her suitcase
She packs all the unnecessary things
Like broken glass and fairy wings
I hear the "ziiiip" of her freedom
She knows it too
I hear the slam of the taxi door from outside
And so I go lay down on my bed and stare at the stars

Written when I was 16, and I'm really proud of this one.

Feb 2013 · 1.6k

Leviathan

Sean Briere Feb 2013

Leviathan

This ship is sinking, your sea is violent.
There's so many words I have for you.
Never spoken.
Instead they take a pill, fall asleep inside my head.
These watery words rise above me.
They travel down my throat and into my lungs.
I thought I took enough air before I went under.
How wrong I was.
Calm.Quiet.Ocean.
I'm struggling now.
Reaching out to nothing there.
I can't seem to get back to the top.
Blue.Green.Silver.
There's an anchor pinning me to your ocean floor.
Your waves have swallowed me whole.
Jetsam tumbling through like driftwood on high seas.
I set my eyes on two green jewels.
I'm locked on them.
Two lighthouses guiding me through this storm.
I should swim away from them.
Instead they draw me near, beckoning to me.
I swim hard, I swim fast.
I'm out of breath.
I can no longer go on.

Feb 2013 · 724

Stripped

Sean Briere Feb 2013

Stripped

I sat there perched on the porch
Cigarettes in hand
Long drag into my lungs
Full moon like a beacon
A spider spins it's web intricately
His hands like flames
Burning to touch me
But he does not want to turn me to ash.

— The End —