"fossilizing" poems
You were the greatest neuronal reorganization to ever happen,
of course I don't know who I am anymore.
What was plastic seems changed to stone in a gargoyle brain and beneath a microscope the shimmering glia spell out your name over and over in little green lights, fossilizing the neurons that say:
Him.
The earth has an edge. Nobody wants to fall off.
So call me Homer, because the gods themselves could not convince me my situation's a sphere there's far too much fear in this flattened plane that understands only primitive desires and just wants you near.
Everyone knows the romanced brain could be mistaken for a ******* addict's.
But perhaps if you look more closely into my eyes you will see my irises have turned stormy, that cyclones of energy are becoming patterns that scribble and scribble arcane suggestions for a new cartography. A new story. A new being.
Supplies needed:
One strong pencil.
Enough oxytocin to unlearn an addiction.
Enough optimism to overcome an affliction, my diction is code for the way you kissed me and it underlines every sentence like the way a voice rises when asking a question.
I have so many questions.
And even though the notion of who I will be when I am not you terrifies me, like Cathy and Heathcliff I will not be doomed to roam the moors, already I know there's endlessly more, and with or without you the best is yet to come. Just as they say. No, I don't know what's in store. But I think that's okay.
Turn golden, Grey Matter, light up 'til you burn.
Reboot.
Restart.
Rewire.
Relearn.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
The smoky smell of autumn leaves
settles inside my mind,
like a rose petal
fossilizing inside a mountain
In wintertime snowfall
blankets the blemishes
In springtime rosebuds
seed the air with hope
By summer the air
is pregnant with passion
But I fall more in love
with each autumn day,
her palette of colors
coalescing to your hazel eyes
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 8:33 PM UTC
There used to be spaces
Between falling asleep and waking up
Spaces without emotional gravity
Where it gets hard to breathe, and I am turned inside out
There used to be spaces
Between pale fingers and heavy shoulders
Spaces cold with longing
For a breathing, comforting warmth
Where these spaces used to be
There's now you
Within every weary crevice, your presence flows
Every touch a lingering sediment, filling pieces that were once broken
Fossilizing fragile parts that were once left to die
Where these spaces used to be
There's now you
Patiently holding me through the varying magnitudes of my earthquakes
Silently bearing my uncalled eruptions
So accepting, of my faults and folds
There used to be spaces
Where what was precious to me were only the gemstones I collected
And where these spaces used to be,
There's now you.
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
the melancholy music
dwindles inside of my bones
hollowed by the
constant straining of limbs
hoping to feel something
other than this
unfailingly cold metal
kissing my tongue
gleaming cruelty
branding scars into finger tips
im unsure of everything
and most of all
i am a lost
cry for help
a distant plea
fossilizing into a future
of dead uncertainty.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC
The man who haunts my every hour
If you’re not dead, then why must your spirit whisper my name?
For why must a fruit taste so sour?
The embodiment of my pain
Embodiment of what you ripped from my flesh to save yourself
Maybe one day I’ll haunt you the same
You’ll see me in her smile
You’ll feel me in her embrace
Why is it with her you go the extra mile?
You threw me to the wolves to steal my soul
They skinned me apart limb by limb while you watched and joined
Was leaving me for dead your goal?
Limping through the mud I saw nothing but darkness
Cries for help masked simply by crickets and frogs
What did I do so wrong to deserve this moment of weakness?
Used for your own guilty pleasures
Tossed out like a bag of bones, fossilizing in the imprint you left
I knew we were destined for fate, I wish I’d taken different measures
Piece me back together, make me whole again
Somebody, something, release me from this hold
If I’m incapable of finding myself, then what then?
Then I saw it, a door to the other side
A glimmer of hope shadowed my despair
The tears that pooled my eyes soon dried
“Come with me” said the invisible force
I gained the strength to stand up and step through the light
I leave behind the shadows, a hopeful course
“Your journey starts anew, you must leave the past behind”
“How must I leave the past behind when my thoughts cast awry?” Said I
"Embrace the present moment, peace you'll find”
With that I took the invisible hand
Awakened with the newfound feeling of peace, in promised land
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 6:36 PM UTC