"nessy" poems
Unnamed music notes
I have formed in my throat
For you.
Hear me; a girl with seaweed for hair
Sing
These notes
For you.
I do not sing for mermaids
I do not sing for Nessy
I do not sing for the men of the sea;
I sing for you,
A man of passerby.
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 5:59 PM UTC
This friendship is fraying
at the edges
holes and tears are forming
throughout the fabric
and everything good is starting to slip
through the cracks falling
and drowning in the Never sea
turning to myth
never found at the bottom
just like Nessy
and what’s left is slowly turning to dust
rotten and fragile
nothing seems to get better
it’s all just temporary patchwork
just to keep it together for a little longer
and when it unravels
you loosely stitch it together
with unskilled fingers
staining the already thinly stretched fabric
and all I want is to fix things
but you can’t seem to let me bring it up
you just walk away
and call me a ***** well I’m sorry
for trying to fix things
I’m sorry I don’t want to lose this
I’m sorry I’m not what you want
you call me useless
but I’m just so used to keeping quiet that my
voice no longer seems to work
and I don’t know why you can’t see that
you’re the reason
I’m broken
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
is there really nessy in the loch so deep
will we get to see her and have a little peep
is she really big like the people say
or is she just a myth so very far away
is she really there will she ever show
one day we might see her then we will really know
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC