"seigfried" poems
She fills her head with tales of love and tragedy,
In war-torn cities and rival families to ancient melody,
Tossing and turning, on her bed
She lives the lives of lovers so young and foolish and sweet.
She dreams of Orpheus, his melancholy and his music.
Of Seigfried and his journey to the damsel he seeks.
Then Samson who fell twice in the hands of a woman.
And Romeo who no longer felt the need to run.
Now,the morning light urges her to wake up.
The dreams disappear and the longing suddenly stops
For she knows that though tragedies may happen,
She still looks forward to that day she will meet him.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC
its been two years and i still cant hear your name, or see a mini cooper or listen to blond by frank ocean without feeling my chest implode
but now, maybe i can start to rebuild the house in my chest, with all the fragile pieces of the worn out frame of my body,
maybe now i can listen to pink and white and nights and seigfried without hearing your voice collide with mine as we sang along
one tap at a time
i will learn to live without you on my mind
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
The markings on your surface
Your speckled face
Flawed crystals hang from your ears
I couldn't gauge your fears
I can't relate to my peers
I'd rather live outside
I'd rather chip my pride than lose my mind out here
Maybe I'm a fool
Maybe I should move
And settle, two kids and a swimming pool
I'm not brave
I'm not brave
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC