"subtelty" poems
You called me last night
The first time in what felt like weeks
I answered the phone
And all I could do was listen to your voice.
The subtelty in the way you talk
The inflection of every word
The changes in your speech patterns
You're feeling better now...
I'm sorry, what did you say?
It was so nice hearing you again
I just wanted to take in as much of you as I could
The only thing I didn't take in were your words
In all the scrambling in my head to remember your voice
I wasn't ready to piece together your syllables
By the time I was ready, you left me speechless
Your parting words are all I remember now...
"Goodnight, I love you. I'll talk to you later, bye"
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
I was always one for subtelty
but this was almost too easy
Click went the locking mechanism
Shattering the lock
Almost too easy
As behind me it silently shuts
Follow your scent
Through the sterile halls
A pin drop
Security gaurd Mag light
Down a quiet dark corridor
I cover my mouth with my hand
To cover the laughter as i hide
Almost too easy
I FIND IT
The door opens
This is almost surreal
I feal the cold
My breath is a cloud
So quickly in and out
Stiffling laughter
My wide begging eyes
Jessica
I shake with anticipation
The cold habdle beneath my skin
The bag
The frost
Unzip
white flesh
red hair
blue lips
purple veins
i am at a loss
for words
as i stand above you frozen
Still with you
I will die here
warmth on your translucent skin
was it my finger
Or that of another
that traced the outline of your black lips
or the frozen glaciers of your hip bones
Suddenly a light behind me
The gaurd screams stop
I laugh hysterically
i can no longer hold in my euphoria
No one will take you from me again
not even the stone hands of your step-father
i scream wide eyed
With resolution
and speed that surpised even me
My fingers curl about the handle of a scalpel
Left so carelessly out on the counter
By the morticians assistant
on his first day
a bullet rips me through my shoulder
but i fear no pain
i am no coward for you
no fear as i close in beneath the white flourescnent lights
No one will seperate us again
the warmth of the spray
black puddle against the tile so white
Your eyelids flutter
as i watch my final breath condense befoere my eyes
A cloud
my final breath
I fall asleep at your side
Eternal
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
My first mistake was thinking that someone could love me as much as I loved them
It seems that no matter how much you care or how much you're there it isn't enough
Ive come to the conclusion that my meaning in life is to make people happy until im not needed anymore
But I need to feel what its like to be needed
I'm always the strong one, but you can only be strong for so long before you begin to crack
Theres only so much weight I can bare on my back
You always seem to be judged by what you lack
I'd like to see you spend just one night in my mind
I can garuntee you won't be fine
Ive never felt so lost
The scars on my arms don't even begin to resemble the scars on my heart
Ive lost a part of me and im no longer who I used to be
Subtelty was never my specialty
and maybe if I was more subtle nobody would be able to see how broken I actually am
Part of me wants to let you go but part of me also wants to watch you grow
My heart is the anchor for your dreaded emotions because when he hurts you I hurt a little bit too
But the saddest part of all is through thick and thin I always have been and will always be there for you
Because I care for you with all my soul
and baby girl thats more than any of them can do
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
The strangest subtelty exists
in humans, solely for our hubris to
Ignore; For not to instigate
falling to this subtlety in fear.
Yet those vagrant "apostles"
Praise this subtlety, this alternative,
In absolute pride.
As if embracement, is a better-ment
of their corrupt soul, living as if it is natural.
Preaching fear as Evil, spinning their
woven ignorance as idealism.
Basking in the witching hour calls.
Not to be mistaken as holy, but wreathed in thorns on my brow, I reply:
Desperate.
Aug 29, 2022
Aug 29, 2022 at 10:17 PM UTC
the moon has died in a poem
overused and forlorn
its avatar is rising
in blazig pixels and scorn
we are at this threshold
one foot in the moon
the subtelty of dying will be
presented on Zoom
Godot isn't coming but
I am waiting too
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 2:59 PM UTC