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Akron, Ohio
rinse. write. wash. repeat.
22/F/Pasig City
"After so much words written out of the heart, I finally realized I'm writing nonsense things."
32/Other/Philippines
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Poems
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2016
orca gallop
Mateuš Conrad
Jan 2016
did i tell you about that orca (killer whale)
that killed a killer white (shark)?
yeah, flipped him on the stomach
inducing a conscious sleeping position
of the shark, belly up... the ****** orca
drowned the shark.
dear daffodils counting to only sixteen
springs, why blossom why bloom so soon?
lemmy was part of something better
than his solo project... no one really talks
'bout his solo crazy train antics,
so why talk lemmy why talk ozzy os' burn
and simply dismiss hawkwind & black sabbath?
oh -
*na kraju nocy i u progu dnia
kogut na dachu pieje
w głowie sie kręci
da na da na da
gorączka znów szaleje.
given all that, imagine a seal on a drift of ice,
a stowaway of a berg,
then imagine why, it's seeking a monastery,
there are four orcas beneath the mirror surface
of the water, in formation, like horses
to the gallop of a wind's flute eolides,
and they're moving in, dipping with tail
fin exertion of some reflex spasm -
and the mini tsunami created suddenly
tilts the seal's monastery and the seal plops
into the depths... where it's only an old
cloth rag soon to be mince.
p.s. i denounce the polish diacritical mark
over o to make u (ó) as not diacritical at all...
it's an aesthetic mark, and yes, it does look pretty.
that killed a killer white (shark)?
yeah, flipped him on the stomach
inducing a conscious sleeping position
of the shark, belly up... the ****** orca
drowned the shark.
dear daffodils counting to only sixteen
springs, why blossom why bloom so soon?
lemmy was part of something better
than his solo project... no one really talks
'bout his solo crazy train antics,
so why talk lemmy why talk ozzy os' burn
and simply dismiss hawkwind & black sabbath?
oh -
*na kraju nocy i u progu dnia
kogut na dachu pieje
w głowie sie kręci
da na da na da
gorączka znów szaleje.
given all that, imagine a seal on a drift of ice,
a stowaway of a berg,
then imagine why, it's seeking a monastery,
there are four orcas beneath the mirror surface
of the water, in formation, like horses
to the gallop of a wind's flute eolides,
and they're moving in, dipping with tail
fin exertion of some reflex spasm -
and the mini tsunami created suddenly
tilts the seal's monastery and the seal plops
into the depths... where it's only an old
cloth rag soon to be mince.
p.s. i denounce the polish diacritical mark
over o to make u (ó) as not diacritical at all...
it's an aesthetic mark, and yes, it does look pretty.
Jack Michael Westland Apr 2016
The Orca
Jack Michael Westland
Apr 2016
Amidst the forever blue expanse,
Upon the raft I built,
Alone I sit, it quivers.
I feel it squirm below myself,
It cries and creaks under the weight.
Beneath it still the emptiness,
The vast and silent water.
Without a noise it calls to me,
I hear it mock my presence.
It laughs that soon the raft will fail.
And this I know too well.
How the sky does weep for me.
No sail or sun to guide myself,
The horizons sarcastic smile.
I witnessed nothing but blue on blue,
Not one fish, nor bird, nor boat.
For years I drift in currents,
None of my design.
Alone and lost,
The Orca came.
Alone together, lost, afraid,
I know she knows my sorrow.
I meet her eyes,
For a moment I feel solitude.
Perhaps my Orca sees me.
But off she swims,
Blind to me.
I watch her leave my presence.
I cannot shout, I know no words.
I forget what it means to talk.
Alone together, lost, afraid.
I know she knows my sorrow.
Upon the raft I built,
Alone I sit, it quivers.
I feel it squirm below myself,
It cries and creaks under the weight.
Beneath it still the emptiness,
The vast and silent water.
Without a noise it calls to me,
I hear it mock my presence.
It laughs that soon the raft will fail.
And this I know too well.
How the sky does weep for me.
No sail or sun to guide myself,
The horizons sarcastic smile.
I witnessed nothing but blue on blue,
Not one fish, nor bird, nor boat.
For years I drift in currents,
None of my design.
Alone and lost,
The Orca came.
Alone together, lost, afraid,
I know she knows my sorrow.
I meet her eyes,
For a moment I feel solitude.
Perhaps my Orca sees me.
But off she swims,
Blind to me.
I watch her leave my presence.
I cannot shout, I know no words.
I forget what it means to talk.
Alone together, lost, afraid.
I know she knows my sorrow.
A tale of depression, the protagonist sits upon an unsecure raft barely keeping them from falling into the never ending ocean. He sits alone with no control.
The orca a representation of another depressive, how different they both are and one does not recognise the other. So unalike in the same struggle, they part ways with no salvation.
The orca a representation of another depressive, how different they both are and one does not recognise the other. So unalike in the same struggle, they part ways with no salvation.
Perig3e Feb 2012
In my dream we were Orca
Perig3e
Feb 2012
We were cavorting Orca
in a warm Baja sea,
while you dove,
then rose to breath,
I met you at the surface
in a tangle of sweaty sheets.
in a warm Baja sea,
while you dove,
then rose to breath,
I met you at the surface
in a tangle of sweaty sheets.