#blackoutpoem
small bodies
been with us
looking up.
to
reflect
the blackness
The
world
and its
far-flung
frenzy began,
ominous
these bodies
are
a threat
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
Daisy’s voice
Rising and swelling
Among soggy whitewashed alleys
Cups and lemons and flowers
Twinkle-bells of sunshine
Plum blossoms
Pale gold odor
Daisy’s voice
A clear artificial note
It was the hour of profound human change
Outside the wind was loud
Daisy’s voice
Amid the welcome confusion
A faint flow of thunder along the Sound
Her throat
Full of aching
Grieving beauty
Gatsby
Of a nebulous hue
Dripping bare
The mantlepiece
In his ghostly heart
That voice held him most
With its fluctuating feverish warmth
Was a deathless song
-
But to I there wasn’t a sound
But the bird voices in the trees
Without a word or gesture
I went out of the room
Down the marble steps
Into the rain
Leaving them there together
They had forgotten me
I thought with humiliation
Gatsby didn't know me now at all
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 6:39 PM UTC
I jump
releasing my breath
Darkness is falling fast
In these moments
I consider
avoid
obvious questions
I can't let you go
I hate this
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
An eternity
stumbles
I watch as
20 years begin to convulse
The spell's broken
Realization hits me
Is this my
last chance?
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
Silence
again
An energy
missing
I have to
strike
This one life
running
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
Stories aren't supposed to end this way
loss
taken away
"I give up" he said
those thoughts in my head
i'm missing everything
he let go
and we know
he's not whole
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
perfect matches
seem to stare down the
stars,
but together, there's
chemistry - which
turns to
tumultuous
dreams
despite the fiery
mystery
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC
emotional stakes
are changed
when a young girl,
tasked to bring hellfire,
lays off the trigger
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
Death
is
the
Confession of
when the past
comes back
to haunt
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
the sky
flutters,
alighting
with
powers of
the ever-droll
last performances
of certainty -
or so they would like to think
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC