"remanence" poems
The fox
runs alongside the astronaut,
who looks at a picture frame.
Around the fox’s neck, a white bandana.
There, on the spooky
moon, his only company is the fox colored aluminum.
The aluminum
fur of the fox
blends into the moonscape. The ship is empty aside from them and the spooky
remanence of the rest of the crew. As the lone astronaut
works to return home, his only comfort being the bandana
and the picture frame.
The frame
that holds a photo of a woman, standing before the ship of aluminum.
Tied around her hair, the bandana
which has since been given to the fox.
The memories it brings ever haunting the astronaut
making the moon ever more spooky.
The spooky
feeling is not eased by the frame
as the remains of passed astronauts
are trapped in this aluminum
ship, the lone survivors being the man and the fox.
He keeps his thoughts on the bandana.
Her bandana,
given to him on a dark and spooky
day, which he then gave to the fox
so he may pretend the woman in the frame
isn’t millions of miles away from them. A fox of aluminum
and a lonely astronaut.
The astronaut
chooses to focus on returning to the woman without her bandana.
He works tirelessly to get the aluminum
rocket ship off the spooky
and desolate moon, and back to earth, to see the woman in the frame.
By his side on this barren rock, looking up at him, stands the fox.
The astronaut refuses to let the spooky
atmosphere deter him from his goal of returning the bandana to the woman in the frame,
ever thankful for the company of the aluminum fox.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
Between stolen kisses
The hits and misses
We create ourselves
this distorted image of what we
deserve
This façade to aid our acceptance
this thing we use to find any remanence
Of self confidence that has been ripped away
leaving our self importance at bay
Our own distortion of inner meaning
unable to see
what
and
who
we deserve
The nerve
Of ourselves saying we don't deserve
the best
and that we deserve everything less
than the most
it's not fair, how
being imperfect
makes you believe you're some how defective
and its not fair
that
when we get caught in a place with dont belong
with someone we don't belong
with
The only possible reasoning being
that
We accept the love we think we deserve
but you deserve the best
So accept it.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
Lonely is the only emotion I feel, sitting on the counter
Plopped down, flicking guilt
Remanence on paper, I use to heal
I chose to be ill
I'm the unattached ****** desire
Conversation not required
Tormented love, consumed and killed
Around this pole, twisted and unthrilled
Patiently waiting on something
My tied up body feels nothing
Still insanity quenches the thrusting
When will we finally become ***** and musty
I can no longer conceal our secret, smiling
Annoyed with me, I'm done hiding
Tonight I'm not grieving
Deceived, here is your rope of control
I need to find the cover for my gaping hole
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
As she lays down in a state of bliss,
It's only after the reality hits.
She's harbouring life inside where her demons resides,
She can't afford but she won't abort; she will save a life.
What is life if happiness isn't part of the equation?
How do we validate and justify our questions and frustrations.
Is allowing life saving life? Because in happiness life resides,
She can't afford but she won't abort; she will save a life.
She's now a Mother of some standard,
Equivocally she tries and **** those demons inside her.
Her daughter finds no joy in the mother who's smile lays no happiness,
Her laugh croaked with the remanence of a pied piper.
With no food or knowledge to consume she will surely be laid to doom,
Because her Mother died as the demon who consumed her wore her skin like a prize.
Giving life isn't saving life,
Because happiness is where life resides.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
The way tough butter melts on
a warm sizzling pan
-has nothing
on the tender warmth of
my solid heart after
her soft lips curl across her
beautiful face.
How is it, my love
that you make
my heart melt
and my mind go blank
as if miles don't exist,
and time could never catch us,
I can not wait to be next to you,
and watch your lips
as you watch me sizzle and
drain away into the pulsing cracks
of your heart
where I hope no matter how
hard you try
you can not
scrape
away the remanence of my
love
and my
soft tender words.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
I can smell
the soft floral remanence
of blue hyacinths in bloom.
The smell lingers everywhere.
It reminds me of you.
How you always smelled
so sweet,
like you'd just had a bath
with fresh lavender,
and rose petals swimming
all around you,
gathering at your feet.
I miss that smell,
almost as much as I miss you.
It's been a long time
since I've thought about you.
I've pushed you from my mind,
from my scarred up heart.
It's better that way,
keeping those memories
locked up inside me.
It took a long time
to stitch together
the pieces,
after you so carelessly
ripped my heart apart.
I'll always resent you for that.
I'll always love you for it too,
and whenever those hyacinths
are in full bloom
outside my window
I'll think of you,
of how much I loved you,
and for just a moment
I'll feel a touch
of the hyacinth blues.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 2:03 AM UTC
she walks through the door.
she walks through the door.
she walks through the door-
her hair was so big and curly she must've been hiding millions of secrets in it and i wanted to know them all.
she was small but i could tell she could handle herself and all i wanted was to put my hands on her.
she moved past me and laid her hand on my back and i was five years old laying on the sidewalk, it was mid july and all the yards around me were emerald pools. the remanence of lemonade danced on my tongue, that was the last time i could remember being warm.
she touched me and i felt the sun on my face.
she walked through the ******* door and i was warm
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
You say your body is a canvas then so is mine. I'll carve a heart on my chest so then i know it will exist. The spectrum of the pain is nothing, when loves hurts in more then one way. And baby you're killing me. All this **** you play is getting farther and farther away from what you really want to say.
So breathe deeply and scream. That our love was never alive, it was just a disgrace of life. Admit that we both can't be happy, when shallow graves never fill in, they just stay empty. Yet our cabinets are filled with poisonous memories. I'll carve a heart on my chest so then i know it will exist after this. The spectrum of the pain is nothing, when loves hurts in more then one way. And baby you're killing me.
Tortured eyes read across the mirrors of time. Crumbled thoughts in the trash from the tears i bought. A scattered remanence of love that i fought for but lost. Its hard to see myself after this when you payed the ultimate cost. Now who iam suppose to walk with down that empty lane, when these marks were for your pain. I don't have a heart without your pain.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 7:34 PM UTC
There's been nothing to look forward to
The days seem intertwined
My dreams have become diluted
Stuck in the perils of my mind
I'll sleep the day away
Stay wide awake throughout the nights
The darkness hides the pain I'm in
And any remanence of my plight
What's out there lurking in the shadows
With the stars my only light
I stare into the emptiness
Weighing wrong from right
Questioning my role on earth
And which fire to ignite
To set in motion my devotion
And launch my rocket into flight
I am merely a speck of dust
In the grand scale of our 'verse
Our existence just an afterthought
That mother earths' disbursed
Sitting, waiting, watching days go by
The outcome looming large
An inevitable grave tragedy
As tears fall from loved ones eyes
I chuckle at the thought of legacy
For the future passers by
What a twisted complexity
This fragile thing that we call life.
The hustle and the bustle
The ladders we must climb
To reach the top, the utmost peek
Why even waste the time?
Where is the silver lining?
What mysteries left to find?
What discovery of all discoveries
Can amend this somber paradigm?
Love you say!?
I hasten to agree
How does that explain my disdain
For the person that is me
I, of good heart and soul
And adored by a grand descent
Still have yet to wet my whistle
By way of the clouds above my head
I feel I must confess my passion
To set the worriers at ease
Not for the sake of saying so
Nor for the galleries esteem
But for self and perseverance
The underlining good
So what, pray tell do you say?
It is that of motherhood
The nature of its being
The uniqueness and individuality
Of every single human being
And love, in this pretext
Is a love that I can bare
That of every living thing
In to which nothing can compare
A metamorphosis of thought!
For you and I alike
The yin and yang unearthed
The meaning of life.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 5:29 AM UTC
It was void less on the dead tree branch,
or what was once something reaching
for the heavens but now it is rootless.
Digging into the earth, like a tombstone
of remembrance entwined in razor wire
woes.
It was cur once, now it is cut upon even in
death, every breath of life the world temps
it with just cuts deeper.
And the onyx crow, just perches on it.
silent, it just gazes at the others
neatly put into shallow graves of despair.
They are naked for all to see, for all to gaze upon.
stripped of decency. Shallow graves tease as though
they wish to flourish, roots are dismembered.
But where the branch fell, where the dismembered
remanence ****** of self horizontal.
When a tree falls no one hears it...
When the now guillotined life falls,
it fell upon its executioner..
In the woods now one hears you fall..
They bleed into the wood, the egg that hadn't
hatched now cracked open, a chick will no longer
fly high but sit on this deathly stripped void.
Every now and then, when I look out my window,
I see the field, and a crow with gapping vision.
And a silhouette of someone....
There neck arched and a smile crocked,
as if to say this is a coffin above ground..
And there slowly rotting in the earth that took
them all...
When a tree falls, when the leaves are stripped bare,
only the bones show, and it like those before
are just images of what fell when they decendedly silenlty.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
I woke up this morning
maybe this will be the day
I thought
you'll say the words
that finally **** me
they'll swallow me whole
rip out my insides
tear my body to pieces
burn any remanence of my existence
but nothing happened
and I got busy
so maybe ill just await death until tomorrow
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
When words weren't enough
to show how much
I loved you.
I gave you a box,
containing past loves..
And when you touched them.
They where still warm,
then you knew that my love was true..
As I wouldn't be swayed by the past,
knowing you held the
remanence in your hands.
They where still warm,
but all that mattered
was that there was no
going back after this show of affection...
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
*after all this time
where is my heart
all the little pieces
left in shatters behind
to my lovers
and to my tears
I gave each of you a piece
some you cherished
others thrown away
so in landfills
and on mantles
I find my remanence
and as I pass
as a ghost
through my past
I see in the shards
of the memories we had
and I cry in wisps
until I am blown apart*
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
The Christmas tree is vacant of what
make it jolly, bauballs hang in remanence
with tarnished broken gleam.
Disused needles litter the floor,
careful where you tread take care.
The cat hangs loosely paper thin flesh
gaunt from the crimson tinsel
throttled around its physique...
The Turkey on the table a corpse of
happier times..
Now a prison of destitute flesh
like paper unwrote upon..
But it says everything.
Presents litter the floor wrapped in
regrets.. all open, only the bones of
lost promises lay at the bottom.
Christmas time is only 364 days away,
And this will all be here,
so will we,
no one has found us yet..
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 6:57 AM UTC
i am not the person you left behind anymore
i have new favorite songs, new bad habits, a new favorite color
my hair is different, my heart is different, my soul is different
the scars on my heart are now stars
i am shining brighter than ever
the freckles covering my skin are a map of my future and my past
i am lighter than ever
my smile tells stories of the places i've been
i am happier than ever
i'm not the person you left behind anymore
remanence of the past still lingers
but there is no one left here to miss
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC