"meraki" poems
The basin drains her polluted blood as wine envelopes morose
Every minute is a memory, onset of her blanketed comatose
Vying in a fog of icons and myths, words always fail them
From every misread evil that is disposed of improperly
From every neighbor or friend eternally mute again
From every gilded pattern that leaves a cuff for the eyes
From every fetching barroom, where all such nadir lies
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
In the darkness I lay,
crossing the threshold bathed in dreams,
I enter the moonless midnight of my mind
Drifting in a sea of melancholy,
its Elysian depths filled with
sublime words beyond black and white.
The meraki tides wash me unto a twilight shore
where a forest of eternal autumn stands.
Deep, dark, and lovely.
Inside, a strange world I must venture,
finding places once forgotten
and seeking secrets hidden within shadows.
The cracks and spiderweb shatters
within my being, fan out like a map.
A guide for the wanderlust;
the essence trapped within my veins.
Upon a soft breeze
carries the whispers of my soul.
Rustling my heartstrings
like wind through chimes and into my bones.
Keeping at bay the demons that lurk
and the ghosts that haunt.
Wandering through these dark woods,
set ablaze, I roam through that ethereal chaos.
Upon that place I stand.
My Midnight Soul.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
The truth from me to you is a four letter word
Living with the O.
Never the i.
Truth from you to me is a four letter word
Living without an O.
Strong I, mis-taken U.
Taken u.
Taken u.
Never i.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
It all began
when I freely immersed myself
within your captivating soul
upon meeting you
I informed you, however,
in order for you to do the same
you had to dislodge the weeds
and blockades
There was work to be done
and areas to be tended to
Some days were cloudier,
while some were sunnier
I must say
I was quite surprised
by the quickness it took
for you to reach my heart
This task seemed innate to you-
to us-
My heart was yours
instantaneously
You never once
made this task
feel like a task
And I thank you for that
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
The eunoian feeling was disrupted by the sardonic entity. Crushing and terrorizing the meraki from my soul. Taking away my will. My will to live. My will to survive. My will to do as I please. Because that's what toxic people do. They **** you soul out of your body through their words. Their oh so characterizing language. The dictions of ***** I'm a daydreamer and a night thinker. My soul was bound to be beautiful and spill these numinous words upon the wilted paper in the black and white text. So you can **** my will but I will always exist in the language of my ancestors, just as they exist within me. Jokes on you depression no one decides my fate but me. So let's keep this rhythm, you'll be the king and I'll be the queen in my little psychosis induced fantasy, pretending that all is well even when society shoves "normal" down my throat. I'll be my own light.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
*Times not letting us go
we're just chained to this throne..
why?, When we're so suicide&accidental prone,
is it all for the apple(knowledge) of Eden we were shown?
sad day got a bright uplifting cause it snowed
and renaissance in the words we wrote,
everything happened in an instant after s/he spoke,
so we created time to fix this
with Gabriel the dude with wings God sent,
eye. also know this is quite a bit to process,
so you're an amateur on this land, yes?
all we know is this~>the words to the lyrics,
time capsule needs a quick fix,
to sort out the glitches..
there's no turning back now,
linear to full spheres in cycles, how?
it's only temporary this dungeon..
(time)._.
*Psychological wreck,
back against the wall,
water to the neck,
drowning in the winter,
ice cold truth for the sinner,
mind/over matter, reality is false,
rose golden rain again,
conscious as christ blood in væin again,
evolve solo.
ego death, then take a deep "breath" to die and reinstall your fuckin'
soulmate(it's too late to get off this train),
mom&eye. are quantum physics(like the rain),
she may never understand your name..
(rose golden, btw.)
..
(meraki)●_●
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
Meraki, I mutter as we gaze
The constellations upon the heavens
Of life, has it been a waste?
To the Gods, of the sailing seven
The soul, creativity
Love placed into something
The essence of yourself
Placed into your eyes
Right now though
Hiraeth takes over
The undeniably sick feeling
Of lonesomeness and one
Deep, wistful longing
Nostalgic sense of longing
A place of hope no longer
Perhaps never was
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC