"hematite" poems
"You tempt in me…so much…
a sparrow...a lamb… a tenderness… and the captive heart… that beats against my palm…
the bonds…. of trust.. surrendered"
to the silver nepenthe of your voice,
stricken upon the thick red heart
I've pinned to a map,
See, it emits grace
beneath the molten glass,
strung through harp strings and stretched
as sutures ,the solemn musculature of ecstasy
bound in golden ropes and belladonna dreams,
Let the white darts fall
where they may
This silence belies the song
in my throat, hovering
like a silver bauble, your face
is dark, back-lit, harbouring
the terror of words that burn...
My heart
holds the cinder of secrets,
and little poison idols of hematite
and gooseflesh...
Our dream box collects its damp light
from the dark corners of our prison,
as you coax a banyan tree
from its arousal...
A totem filled with marzipan,
and trembling, but to split
its lip upon glass cages,
wrought with jade...
Hold the sparrow face-up,
let the furrow of its wings, tempt
the fates, as it sings to the same scythe
that chimes against the dead angles of the soul's crucified geography....
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
Fire Agate
Rendered at last,
with seamless lines
of every shade
and layer on top of layer
As we know,
one burning tree
can set
it's forest aglow
and so came her soul
with fire's inside
But with fire comes chaos
Birches chirp
for consequential change
for her edge's
to chip away
Then a Maple
, through sweet rustles,
asks for more
Willows fume
fatal wishes
for the forest
to surrender,
for water over embers
A Cypress follows
, with deep concern,
and begs to stand
Ashes whisper
for another
just one more day
But an Elm
seeks that same color
but within her
and to stay
It's dangerous to dance
with this many tree's
"One day,
maybe I'll break,
and maybe someone,
maybe you,
will see
between the waves
that meet at peak,
that fold into another,
see why the cold sky
shy's behind the hot sun
but are drawn together,
see below the clear surface
that deceives
by gifting you assumptions,
see how clear agate
over hematite
gives you iridescence,
see beyond the points
we know,
and please see
where a circle stops.
Maybe you'll see
what I can't
, me"
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 9:51 AM UTC
As I sit in silence, so crystal and serene,
I knew at that very moment, I was only in a dream.
The texture was too sticky, the contrast not quite right,
I have to force myself into the breaking of the light.
The place not bound simple movement or defined by restricted equations,
But the purest forms of love, found only in true elation.
I take a draw of haze, to batter my frustrations,
I begin to realize, anger is only a manifestation.
Of aspects taken to heart, in the mornings aspirations,
Were merely broken dreams in a morbid mental ************
But I take no solace, no entertaining rapport,
In the blinded manipulations that were intruded on the floor.
It is not the isolation of a soul too old for its line,
It is lost in the constant segregation of a love forgotten in time.
Now I witness the horror, before the breaking of the light,
my love is just a memory, in clichéic hematite.
Or is it too much for this world, this reality, this dimension.....maybe I am...another universal contradiction.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
No force of nature, no divination of the corners
Nor the tea leaves, spread out loosely
Conveying chaos in their spiral form
Nor your heart line, dipping down deeply
Into the territory of water, selfish and wandering
Nor your telling Capricorn birth
Ruled by rigid grounding, your father the earth
Nor the eight of swords, repeated in every reading
Blindfolded and reaching forward
None of these can deter the velocity of my falling
Towards the pull of your body's gravity, refractory
Freed from any other want or need than the divination of your sheets
I'm puppet on a string, held low above your lust's steady flame
Leaning down low, dipping my toes into your karmic fire
Transported to a future drenched in the color of your gaze
Regardless of hexed hematite or rabbits foot
Lost sight of all pink candle and rosehip, all mundane and esoteric
My soul is yours, to save or spend sordidly
To toss into the shallow waters of the fountain of fate
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
fall asleep in a strange place,
the moths are quivering
beyond a thin membrane of glass,
mistaking fluorescent light
for that of the moon
devour the air of an unforeseen tragedy
unfolding within your aura,
lying silent beneath the sheets.
the sun will kiss you in the morning,
in mourning, as you clutch the banister
for a pseudo-sense of balance
as the rug is pulled from under your feet
and colors meld together
until you can't see straight
and your mind is dumb as hematite.
strangle the doubts bubbling up
inside your brain
and fill the void with lithium
and mindless chatter,
an ******** onslaught of stuttering normality.
you are Atlas
shedding the weight of the earth.
**** it, you may as well be
another faceless face in the sea of glimmering
white noise and chemical delirium.
give in, give up,
assimilate
with your filthy brethren..
living is so much easier
when your head is empty.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
i worry in tenses.
past, present and future
to stave off the huntsman whose after my head.
dire regrets are no more of a reaper
than the incubus lying still under my bed.
it's not the long shadow that
quickens my heartbeat
it's who he belongs to frightens me so.
not what i acknowledge
that gives me cold blood chills
it's all of the lovers i'll have to forego.
Cerberus came once to settle my debtor
handing him payment, i'm awful contrite.
for now one can love me
and no one can mourn as i'm
burdened to love him in black hematite.
Sahn 08/10/15
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
pictures full of smiling Ghosts.
reminding of all that's Lost.
drowsy clouds encased in Glass.
deep cracks that shall never Pass.
reflecting eyes of Despair.
possessing a painful Stare.
belonging to tired Pulse.
of good intentions - bad Results.
foolish veins that like to Trust.
beautiful mind crushed to Dust.
perhaps made from Hematite.
smart, but never quite Refined.
filled by thoughts so bitter Sweet.
merciful, yet guilt-filled Deed.
memories that taste like Lead.
and wedding vows left Unsaid,
to fading smell in Pillows -
of Widowers and Widows....
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
This is the story of a singular.
A story of a loner; stoner, a solitary lover
An isolated dreamer that sleeps with thoughts of a **** killer
This is the story of the smile stealer; grin eater; mood killer, sadness keeper
He is the self-professed love-hater.
This is the story of the secret admirer whose iron heart is filled with empty desires.
A womanizer who appears to the blind as a pure semblance of an ideal lover.
This is the story about a game-changer; king-maker
The story of a feminine murderer who shall smolder your rapture and abandon you bitter
This is a story about a man
A man who once fatally feebly fell in the fingertips of a felicitous femme fatale
Fragile
He fell unreciprocated love to a lass whose response was a heart-ravaging silence whenever the dishes brought to the table.
"It's unsaleable. I am unavailable", with fear she opined.
"But it's unstoppable ", inconsolably he uttered. "And I'm capable to unscramble your wounded soul a path for love invariable".
"We rather not go out on the limb", she sighed. "See, intermingled feelings are not tangible And when one because the other she whines and weeps; salt shall ascend upon the other
Will you not be unable?".
Little did she know of his hematite tenderness. Unbreakable!
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
You're hardly there...
sketched, into the backdrop
of my convalescence,
in hematite brush strokes.
Not a flicker, of breath
warms the cold curve, of my cheek,
but I feel you cup it, anyway.
My own hand,
bloodless, bleached
collapses, in pain.
Fatigued, it creeps,
across the coverlet
in a wraithlike half dose,
to seek you, sleepily
and pull you, across the void.
To capture you, by the mouth,
and bring you, like a magnet,
into another dimension.
Lips, press down, as if stitched;
the Cupid's bow,
folds itself, into the lower lip,
and sutures shut.
It forms a thin veil, of suppression,
and secrets.
Stay with me...
stay with me, a while...
stay with me, until I fall
...a...
...sleep, overtakes me.
I'm too weak, to wrestle with it,
and sink, below its dusky tides.
Darkly, they swallow me.
I float, in an indigestible stupor;
caustic waves, ripping away
at whatever remains,
of me:
half-consumed,
in the raging belly,
of the beast.
Still... the melted glaciers, of my eyes
seek you, above the insouciant turn,
of melancholy tides.
I wish to tangle myself,
all around you
to knot about you, composed,
comprised, in looping ties
like ropes... that only bite,
into the fruit, of your skin
if you draw me around you, tightly.
And though, there's naught,
but an echo, of you,
above the seismic waves,
of pain
That same thought, rises
A shallow cry,
but it rips, through my soul
with the sudden release
of an arrow, leaving
the taut, aching pull,
of its bowstring.
Stay with me...
stay with me, til night, falls...
hold me, til the dawn, breaks...
love me,til our worlds,
collapse...
and, stay......
stay with me.
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
Are you crying right now?
It is a funny thing, how fleeting certain feelings are.
As I am left with your absence, my fingers tremble under the moonlight, trying to grasp what is left of you before the sun rise erases the shadows you left me with.
I wrap my arms around myself to stop the butterflies from flying away, but my love, trying to keep you is like trying to catch clouds.
You are a memory, etched on the back of my mind, floating around me like a thick smother. Oh, how I wish you were.
I urgently attempt to inhale you, my darling. The taste of your lips still linger on my tongue, i am still hanging at your lips, swallowing each and every word you verse into my mouth; i swallow, i swallow. I swallow all the knives you throw, slitting my throat, i become silent. I look up, the moon still shining, I smile; how foolish of me to think I could have wanted you forever.
There are nights where I shut my eyes, and I see you; eyes darker than hematite, your skin was earth and your smile was sun. I let you become my entire world, my center, my source. I wanted it.
Now that you’re gone, I am struck by what seems to be reality: a life before you, a life after you. You brought color to my world. A shooting star. A wisp of fresh air. A long awaited breath out of water. And now I sink. Every inch of my flesh used to be teeming with life for you. You made roses bloom in my lungs, thorns scraping my insides with every breath I take. Now I walk alone, in the garden you planted for me.
You are the nectar, I am the bee.
Too beautiful, it was painful. Too short, it was beautiful.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC