"catoptric" poems - Hello Poetry

Sweetheart silent killer manifests all inside my mind, The moon’s a magnifying glass as it rises in the sky. At 2 a.m. it giggles, a thick knife in its teeth, And drops it down into my head as I lie underneath. The glass I keep so carefully to remain ***** in the day, Shatters and releases a burning, breathing self-assay. A kaleidoscope catoptric, all frets out in the free, A band of thought-filled thieves invade to steal my sleep from me. Tossing and turning beneath the stars, I’ll wait til I burn out, At night my brain is flooding and in daylight there’s a drought. Lullaby myself with tears, wake up way too late, Stuck as an insomniac, suicide’s sweet bait. I wish I was an autumn leaf, I’d float into the sky, And every fall I’d have the opportunity to die. I don’t want to die, I just want to dream, Instead of replaying my sick realities that make me want to scream. But this will still all stay the same as my brain and blood run white, I’ll feed myself with Satan’s sugar, the depressed primrose of the night.

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Jun 19, 2013

Jun 19, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC

ms-lynch

Primrose Photosynthesis

Sweetheart silent killer manifests all inside my mind, The moon’s a magnifying glass as it rises in the sky. At 2 a.m. it giggles, a thick knife in its teeth, And drops it down into my head as I lie underneath. The glass I keep so carefully to remain ***** in the day, Shatters and releases a burning, breathing self-assay. A kaleidoscope catoptric, all frets out in the free, A band of thought-filled thieves invade to steal my sleep from me. Tossing and turning beneath the stars, I’ll wait til I burn out, At night my brain is flooding and in daylight there’s a drought. Lullaby myself with tears, wake up way too late, Stuck as an insomniac, suicide’s sweet bait. I wish I was an autumn leaf, I’d float into the sky, And every fall I’d have the opportunity to die. I don’t want to die, I just want to dream, Instead of replaying my sick realities that make me want to scream. But this will still all stay the same as my brain and blood run white, I’ll feed myself with Satan’s sugar, the depressed primrose of the night.

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I am a tumbleweed blown across terracotta plains: You are a supernova brightly bursting into flame. You burn for a lifetime, For all to see, While I drift along, Just the wind and me.

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Oct 6, 2013

Oct 6, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC

r-ryumka

Catoptric #1

I am a tumbleweed blown across terracotta plains: You are a supernova brightly bursting into flame. You burn for a lifetime, For all to see, While I drift along, Just the wind and me.

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Bring me silky stars, and their ****** shine; Bring me that cruel moon, so far from being mine. Bring me those bright clouds, conforming to no law; Bring me velvet sky, lay it on the floor. Bring me burning suns, too bright for me to bear; Bring me the north wind, and her tangled silver hair. Bring me the harsh sea, her waves and curves alike; Bring me the horizon, and with her the soft night.

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Oct 6, 2013

Oct 6, 2013 at 5:10 PM UTC

r-ryumka

Catoptric #3

Bring me silky stars, and their ****** shine; Bring me that cruel moon, so far from being mine. Bring me those bright clouds, conforming to no law; Bring me velvet sky, lay it on the floor. Bring me burning suns, too bright for me to bear; Bring me the north wind, and her tangled silver hair. Bring me the harsh sea, her waves and curves alike; Bring me the horizon, and with her the soft night.

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Her megacosm luminaries Streaketh the Spanish fairy A kismet of no forget's All clean Sanitary No caution here Take off thy wordly shoes Cashin's shalt not be rationed Jazz and rock and roll blues Instant sanity Ground to kava beans Queens and kings Hopes and dreams Splendered ******* Dusk's To smell her musk To break her unease To dry her tears To wipe her feet To crown her empress To shine her in To get a glimpse of heaven To forget all mine sins To create a totality Made of ourn own cerebration Catoptric intellectual gifts A boom of sonic Mass concentration!!!!

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Jun 7, 2015

Jun 7, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC

brandon-nagley

Purport amare...

Her megacosm luminaries Streaketh the Spanish fairy A kismet of no forget's All clean Sanitary No caution here Take off thy wordly shoes Cashin's shalt not be rationed Jazz and rock and roll blues Instant sanity Ground to kava beans Queens and kings Hopes and dreams Splendered ******* Dusk's To smell her musk To break her unease To dry her tears To wipe her feet To crown her empress To shine her in To get a glimpse of heaven To forget all mine sins To create a totality Made of ourn own cerebration Catoptric intellectual gifts A boom of sonic Mass concentration!!!!

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There is infinity in our words In our minds And in our numbers There is infinity in this sentence In more ways than one How do I know? I know because I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you know that I know etc There’s comparatively little paper & ink So I’ll keep this short: It creates the problems that it solves, in infinite ways It giveth & it taketh away Yet somehow we are still left with it Or in it , I should say For who are we without it? It sanctions the question Sponsors the answers It seems to enjoy speculation It doesn’t stop Yet it never starts It is the original contradiction Which bears our calendars Winds out clocks Confounds us with death It is too big to be invisible And too small to be palpable And it holds whole worlds in between All sorts of worlds, all of them, Yet it is nothing more than nothing Turned inside out, An impostor, An enchanter desperate for subjects, A master of mirrors with light & shadow that seizes us in catoptric curls, An impostor wanted For questioning: We have scoured snowy horizons amid snow storms, Amid sand storm we have ploughed sandy horizons, We found footsteps in sand, Shadows on snow Which we failed to recognize as our own, We followed imprints left by windy stars We thought we were perennial nomads just like them, We called out behind closed eyes into glow-wormed horizons And with abdication, fear & envy we took the echoes for something else: An impostor Yet between the calls Within resonance There was silence Impossible silence Suspended silence Differentiating silence Connecting silence Silence that does not change yet accommodates out whims Silence that cannot be spoken yet remains a word Silence that promotes the hunger of hope, That drives anticipation, Silence that is so vast it is impersonal Yet so finely tuned it apprehends the one Silence that is something more than everything turned inside out: A nothing that confound A grounding nothing An unnerving nothing A nothing that is vital, And the more we hear this nothing the less nothing we hear: - Patterns of eternity - Internal symbolism - Longing Yet if we were to linger forever How things would lose their power to move us.

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Apr 21, 2020

Apr 21, 2020 at 4:54 PM UTC

arthur-habsburg

A Symbol

There is infinity in our words In our minds And in our numbers There is infinity in this sentence In more ways than one How do I know? I know because I know that you know that I know that you know that I know that you know that I know etc There’s comparatively little paper & ink So I’ll keep this short: It creates the problems that it solves, in infinite ways It giveth & it taketh away Yet somehow we are still left with it Or in it , I should say For who are we without it? It sanctions the question Sponsors the answers It seems to enjoy speculation It doesn’t stop Yet it never starts It is the original contradiction Which bears our calendars Winds out clocks Confounds us with death It is too big to be invisible And too small to be palpable And it holds whole worlds in between All sorts of worlds, all of them, Yet it is nothing more than nothing Turned inside out, An impostor, An enchanter desperate for subjects, A master of mirrors with light & shadow that seizes us in catoptric curls, An impostor wanted For questioning: We have scoured snowy horizons amid snow storms, Amid sand storm we have ploughed sandy horizons, We found footsteps in sand, Shadows on snow Which we failed to recognize as our own, We followed imprints left by windy stars We thought we were perennial nomads just like them, We called out behind closed eyes into glow-wormed horizons And with abdication, fear & envy we took the echoes for something else: An impostor Yet between the calls Within resonance There was silence Impossible silence Suspended silence Differentiating silence Connecting silence Silence that does not change yet accommodates out whims Silence that cannot be spoken yet remains a word Silence that promotes the hunger of hope, That drives anticipation, Silence that is so vast it is impersonal Yet so finely tuned it apprehends the one Silence that is something more than everything turned inside out: A nothing that confound A grounding nothing An unnerving nothing A nothing that is vital, And the more we hear this nothing the less nothing we hear: - Patterns of eternity - Internal symbolism - Longing Yet if we were to linger forever How things would lose their power to move us.

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