Shan Clemente

Shan Clemente Jul 2016

at night when houses are asleep
i am not.
my eyes gaze at a garden
it is glowing.
i am not dreaming.
vines are speaking- silently.
they do not make sounds.
yellow petals float about me,
they are singing a loquacious hymn
it fills me with comfort and peace
as it is nothing like i have ever heard before
i feel myself slowly giving in;
my limbs wrapping around the trees
i am completely at ease
not a single sound can be heard.
the river nearby flows,
water thumping against soft land
the garden is silent.
my head is screaming.
and so am i.

based on a concept i wrote: "i visit a garden that is a secret to everyone but me. it is overgrown with vines and yellow flowers that are wrapped around trees. the garden is silent, and so am i."

#maybe #nonsense #eerie

Shan Clemente Jul 2016

dhl

you found me stranded
in a dark, lonely abyss
you reached out to me but
i knew there was no hope for me
to get back up.
i knew that if i took your hand-
eventually, i'd drag you down with me
so i didnt and i pleaded
but you didnt listen to me
you resisted and i found out your
mouth had wings and
words flew
trying to reach me
but they never came in time
because it was too late for me.
you ran out of time
to retrieve something that was
lost and abandoned
even before the timer began.
you were persevering;
you were foolish;
you dipped your head in the hole
and my screams echoed back at you
'do not go in.'
but you never listened
so you fell in. and now
i found you stuck in an abyss
dark, hollow and lonely

#aesthetic

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