"kassandra" poems
Gods, I’ve been forsaken!
I – formerly blessed by the sun –
Cry out to you, you who leave
My words unheard.
Once a daughter to kings, I wait
Inside an indiscernible prison
For the fall of my beloved city.
I predicted this, my people, but
I cannot blame you, my people
I spurned the sun, burned my fate
And now no one will heed me.
They tell me I am
beautiful, I am brilliant, I am
insane.
They tell me
To leave the future to kings.
I spoke to you, my people
The contents of the horse
I spoke to you, my people
When we shall catch our demise
With axe and fire, I rush,
Only to face the barrage of disbelief
I hear them laughing, my people
Those who will carve their place
Where you once stood
But you will not listen.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 9:59 PM UTC
On the first day I noticed nothing but your hair.
How it caught the sunlight and reflected it tenfold.
How it swayed around your neck.
On the second day I noticed nothing but your lips.
How they individually felt between my teeth.
How they left marks upon my neck and thighs.
On the third day I noticed nothing but your mouth.
How the words flowed out, powerful as an ocean.
How your teeth would bite me ear, drawing blood.
On the fourth day I noticed nothing but your hands.
How they held mine, always eager to calm them.
How they pulled the needle out of your arm, quivering.
On the fifth day I noticed nothing but your legs.
How they powerfully allowed you to stride great lengths.
How they were ever in motion, even in your deepest parts of sleep.
On the day sixth I noticed nothing but collarbones.
How I wanted nothing more but to crawl in to them and rest.
How I could gently **** on them, causing your whole body to palpitate.
On the seventh day and for years since I have noticed nothing but each individual hair on your body.
They each have a name, Kassandra, Jared, Peter, Ryan, Falyn, Jacob, Hammed, Caroline, Audrey, Yo-Landi, Diane, Khajjitt, Daralyn, forever and ever and ever.
On the last day I noticed how I never noticed your eyes.
But you were gone,
and I could not tell you what color they are.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
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*Light strokes her cream thighs
Gift of foresight on her lips
Her truth disbelieved
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Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
He's rolling down that dirt road
throwin cigs into the brush
spittin ***** to show he's tough
he's finally had, enough
He watches Foxnews on TV
believes in every word and story
with no need, to apologize
or to ever say, he's sorry
She doesn't know her congressman
no idea what government does
oblivious, and got no clue
texts, and drives, just because
She thinks that there's equality
in every corner, and every country
holding to her liberal views
though reality, is ****** and/or gory
Extremes today, so wild and prolific
no saner thoughts and views
with everything horrific
What if we had, a meeting of minds
and talked our troubles through
maybe, we could finally find
just What Would Jesus, Do?
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 10:06 AM UTC