"aeipathy" poems
I.
you never saw me in winter:
shearling fur and kettlebell boots
my outer crust cracking from one step outdoors.
I wear socks to bed
and smoke Belmonts to cover
my breath with toxins
instead of you.
II.
I never wear pants when I’m with you
mostly because I’m hoping to re-enact me walking
over the Millennium Bridge
in May.
if the wind pushed any further
up my skirts, it would force my lungs right out my throat.
my hotel room called for us
but you were on a plane to Norway
and I was in my head.
III.
the last time we had ***
you told me you’d finish me off first next time
but I’m always like your backup song for karaoke,
in case someone takes your first choice.
you never:
acknowledged that my rice was shaped like a heart
and yours like a star at dinner,
ask me what my tattoos mean,
but always ask me if I’m pregnant.
you’re a roll of film that needs be developed but
I keep smearing the edges with my fingers
and scanning the red light over myself.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
violent
beating
our hearts
bleeding
together
go ahead
and run
for your
life
you know
I'll find
you again
but I can't
promise
I'll be
the same
person when
that happens
torture
stonewall
captive hearts
breaking
apart
so we
meet again
but now
we're standing
on opposite
fences
and I got
the feeling
I'm staring
down a barrel
you've got me
in your sights
but do you
have the guts
to pull
the trigger?
vacancy
strangers
familiar hearts
begin to forget
what it felt
like to not be
empty
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
Aeipathy consumes me
in a state of reverie
tender is your flesh, preserved and cold
pining for me to partake in my needs.
finding pleasure in what's left of you
your spirit groans my name
even in death thy shall be whole again.
after, while you're in pieces
soon you will be one with me
reside inside my body
not one bit gone to waste
embrace my favorite parts by giving you a taste.
who am i not to indulge?
in such a wonderous thing
necro-cannibalism with my love
the most endearing sin
i need.
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 3:04 PM UTC
Not even the shame of our eradicated bliss
is enough to replace the image of your face
imprinted on the inside of my eyelids
My memories return me to a time,
when being able to call you mine
was more than enough reason
for me to want to shine
a reason to try,
a reason to fly,
and just when life was too perfect to be right,
suddenly you erased all my stars
and I was cast deep into the night
Why does this still frame remain
when I could not refrain
from letting you walk away?
Why was I so easy for you to discard?
We were so much alike
it ripped us apart
Now you look upon me with such blatant disregard
I stare up at the stars
look wide and far,
I can't find them;
I see only caverns of scars carved across the sky
It took until now
to figure out
life will proceed,
even if I never know how
to so reclaim this piece of me you took when you left
I'm incomplete
and this hallowed heart slows its beat in my chest
Since I'm a victim to my narcissistic thinking;
and you're overflowing with persistence,
unblinkingly let our flowering love blossom into this,
non-existence
You had been worth so much,
you tore me down such,
I never realized
you weren't ever worth a drop of my blood
our love had been such a burden in a blessing,
falling apart was effortless
This story fails to have a happy end
I'm sure the future will cross our paths to some extent
until then, I can pretend to let this image fade away
until it returns, then disappears once again
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC
i.
I shalt continueth to giveth mine
Aeipathy to mine sweetheart Jane;
Kissing her Lip's, juice running succulent
Again, again, and repeating over again.
ii.
Aerial on vapor circle's, tip-toeing,
Unworldly, ourn halo's coruscate;
Aloft sketches of cumulus imitate
Me and mine Reyna's rainbow shade.
iii.
Her Chatoyant face
And her glace shape;
Envelop's me inside
Her preternatural grace.
©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley/Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
The world shakes
every time
you kiss me
Our earth quaking love
send shivers down
the spines of those
who do not
understand
us
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
Chiliad years Logaphiles were written for us in many Eurythmic Forms to help comprehend ones Alexithymic;
The Orphic Lyrics of
Luftmensh Scops,
The Evanescence of Classical
Pieces of Merak Musicians,
The Timeless Dotish
Word in an Aubade,
The Aeipathy behind a
Bindlestill Writing Effable
Lines to an Auralize
Of an Epoch Poem,
The Sillage of
Camhanich in the
Lyrics of a Trouvaille Song,
Many Vagary were
written under the
Angelic Moon Phase
with Mid-Summer
Nites Dwaat Melliflous
of the Lite Breeze
through the Trees
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
aeipathy addecimate acrasial
affictitious affuage alabandical agonarch
agonyclite apanthropinization artigrapher auturgy
autexousious archigrapher archiloquy aretaloger
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC