"succame" poems
I met a friend today
His name was Death
He smiled big with pure white teeth
And minty fresh breath
I asked him what he did for a living
Staring blankly at me, batting his eyelashes
He did the opposite of giving
What did that mean?
But the closer I got to Death
The better I understood his scheme
In his sharp black suit he won me over
I felt an irresistible draw
Like to a diamond in the rough, or a four leaf clover
He convinced me of the beauty in the night
That when the moon was hidden from view
There was nothing better than the lack of light
He led me from my lust for life
Sang to me in my sleep
Whispered sweet nothings and handed me the knife
I tried to pull away from my newly found friend
But his choke hold was so tight
On him I started to depend
The world could see me deteriorate into nothing
He held me harder and closer
With shortness of breath I stood huffing and puffing
Enclosed in the lackluster of our friendship I became numb
The emotions drifted with my vitality
I tried to retrieve them but could only attain 1/5th of my former sum
The more time you spend with a person
The more you become like them
I suppose I couldn't see the situation worsen
Collar around my neck he leashed me like a dog
I cared so deeply for him
My haze filled mind ignored the dense fog
I came to terms with my life long trap
Death circled like a satellite around my position
No matter where I went he found my place on the map
Eventually I succame to this fate
Despite his control
Death, I could not hate
I loved him too dearly to notice the signs
I couldn't think clearly
His presence was odious and it wasn't benign
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
yestereve we succame
A lengthy ballad of longing
formerly one of obstinance
flared in a cacophony of passion
Whilst usually twirling in a seemly epitome fashion,
yestereve a caprice thought laid heavy on hearts
as there was no doubt of desire
nor were there objections to her
for even when my affections consumed you
lady desire was just an inexorable
yestereve she picked petals from a Sinensis blossom
there went the pain
any semblance of grudge
along with sanity
reason
and lastly, walls as carefully constructed as that of Pyramus and Thisbe's
such vulnerability unmatched
for your sweet scent lulled me from the arms of reason
for reason, although safe,
is the most intricate and fragile part of the ballad
and the first to fall victim to the cascade
What a fool I must be to have gladly forgotten the kinks of your hands
or the freckles on the back of your neck that form a perfect triad.
The way your upper lip curls when you grin
made my glissade blissful and passionate
Your flustered twirl
the very epitome of aubade
Ignorant of the harsh retombe of reality
Your flustered face En L'air
Every touch a pleasant surprise that formed a grand symphony
A moment of unfiltered emotion
A heavenly ballad
so cruelly of yestereve.
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC
What Now?
It took me forever to choose
so I succame to impulse
dictated by MY desire
born within limitations
of my perspective
my understanding
my reach
But what choice did I have?
This subject?
That object?
choice seemed tainted
impulse felt natural
a manipulator's playground
hijacked lowjacked
jacked
The Faceless Man whispers,
"Well, you always had the choice."
but Shame speaks in ones own voice
so what now?
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 12:42 AM UTC
*
Once upon a time, there lived a cocky young noble,
Who'd committed no crime yet hid many a foible.
Wherever he rode he'd arrive in the dandiest style,
Charmingly he strode and imagined the ladies beguiled.
He traveled the land in search of high adventure,
Codpiece in hand he was besotted nigh treasure.
Never were any dragons slain nor demons defeated,
Only empty flagons lay fallen where our hero retreated.
He found love unsought, as fools tend to do,
Spellbound by the thought that she loved him too.
Their storied romance grew as the long seasons passed,
However, soon they both knew their song would not last.
Trouble stormed their keep, drawn steel in the night,
And she was stabbed deep by her beloved in his fright.
The princess did strive though she eventually succame,
Spirited away for her life whilst he cried out her name.
Days became months and months became years, yet no word arrived,
Whilst our young hero drowned sour tears and feared that she'd died.
Dour doldrums spurred our knight to stand a little braver,
And so with long-suffering sighs, he sauntered forth to save her.
Briars and bogs he did cross and the dark forest he did pass,
Battling the dread of her loss our desperate knight espied her at last.
With beleaguered head ringing, he worried she'd been mistreated,
Yet he found her laughing and singing, did she not feel as he did?
Crestfallen he reached out to his love in his woe and his fear,
Firmly she gave him a shove and looked away with a sneer.
She claimed her contentment, and bade him leave without quarrel,
So with shame and resentment, he was gone come the morrow.
He still sorrowfully sings and mournfully pines, our hero apparent,
And thanks you for sparing these wee lines, for one lonely knight-errant.
Jun 14, 2024
Jun 14, 2024 at 2:44 AM UTC