"lachesism" poems
There is a certain thrill when you are
teetering on the very brink.
An intense, almost perverse
curiosity to
see whether you will
continue to
stand tall or
will you
fall.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC
Life
a gameboard
Each day, you role a die
& move your game piece
Hoping to move it forward
you pick up the card of chance.
Most often
you get routine.
Rub your eye.
Yawn.
Stretch.
No urgency in this card.
Just another move of living
you'll take for granted.
24 hours
another chance
Roll the die.
Close your eyes.
& hope.
for normality?
normality.
noun.
just another day
of what's expected
a state of the usual
routine.
Every fiber of being tingles
Lachesism.
To be plunged
into a series of obstacles
The core aches
with a hunger
for chaos.
A chance to evade
the eye numbing adjustment
into routine darkness.
Roll the die
with a sense of longing
for the storm.
It may drown you
but life
is a game
of curiosity fed risk
Take your chance.
Pick up that card.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
Disaster can be enticing.
I want to be the four winds that blow
persistently - until the storm arrives.
A storm that alters the balance.
The shockwaves reverberating against the fabric of reality
impact - where I once stood.
If I were the winds.
What would there be left in my wake
destruction - before the silence.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
back-stabbing cynical-
crumpled sailors and crinkled cramps taking
root in your left side
an intolerable frame of mind
burning from the inside out,
the outside in
the stress doesn't die out, what does,
when will i
all bruised hearts and broken hands,
the insomnia that summer brings
spinning at the clocks' demands
breathless sighs, broken ticking, sleepless nights
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
I remember when lachesism took place
You enkindled me with your smile
You and I were culpable at the start
We wondered into the coniferous forest
Only for you to elicit these feelings upon me
You had rutabosis, I did not
Your ambivalent heart took a toll on mine
Love seems pretentious to me now
But even when I fall asleep trying to escape the day I dream of you
I fall in love with you all over again
It's all too ambiguous and ethereal
Causing my incarnadine heart to turn blue
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
someday ill miss
spending mornings entangled,
kissing with the taste of marijuana on our lips,
and smelling the rain through your broken pane.
but until the day comes when i cant stay,
ill keep my secret hope
that i wont have to walk away
because now,
we even laugh the same.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 10:28 PM UTC