"sysiphus" poems
it’s late and i’m fixed on forming words.
they barely stagger to their senses in wake
of a philosophical essay i’d earlier encountered- almost buckled under-
right in the heat of a comprehensive room.
a stable room that demands second thought- the glossy monitors, colour scheme intact and the myth of sysiphus before me.
my ribs tire and curl- taking notes from scorpio.
still i am that self mettle with enough pomp to claim a conscience yet graze at it all the same.
an *** and his carrot.
dedicated, driven, demanding
if you want.
call me again in a few months.
you wait.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
Just remember, the next one you choose
Choose wisely-
Be selective,
Of the habits and disguised demons you allow to occupy
Your space
Because truth be told,
As women, we will be their emotional home
And this home is sacred.
Build your pillars high and strong
Made concrete of love, humility, sensitivity, empathy
Radiating an identity of beauty
A distinguished strength.
All may want a glimpse, but--
Only you know the labor of building this foundation;
Brick by brick,
Bare hands,
bleeding day and night,
And you cried yourself to sleep thinking of all you lost
To gain what you have in front of you today.
The one you let in to your sacred abode
Will come to you at day’s lay with all his sorrow,
Vulnerable, expressive, head held low.
A cruel punishment from society to think he does not have the tools
that you have and you are the only one who holds the power to soothe
His battle wounds.
Love this man--
But if one day there is a crack in your pillar
And you are feeling weighed down from pulling a boulder to the top
Every day like Sysiphus;
Crawling out of a pit of despair on your hands and knees
Needing a place to lay your head,
Make sure your man is a man
That understands the strength of your emotions
And his own
To carry and lift you both up without a word,
Like the wind beneath an arctic tern.
Helping you secure your pillars before you fall completely apart
As he knows this is his home too,
So he must care for it like his own.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 4:47 PM UTC
I can picture pumpkin rain
Falling from October’s sky
Even wisemen dare to try
Reason’s gambrels to enchain
Though,
When this pulp falls on the leaves
And by liters floods the streets
We shall dance under these drops
While we sing grotesque swift songs
I can picture pumpkin rain
Falling from October’s sky
We no longer can remain
Dry
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
Years Labour
built houses,
apartments,
hospitals,
schools,
It is the same labour that created
Arms,
ammunitions,
tanks,
warships
to destroy the same creation,
Our whole life is paradox;
We live to create
And succeeded in creating
That very thing which
destroys our creation,
In a loop, we're running
Searching and creating meaning,
Taking the help of destruction
we give us the motivation to soak
our hands in blood and gore,
A person lived this life before
He was like us busy in the process
Of creating and destroying,
Our friend! Our Prototype!
Our Sysiphus!
Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 3:46 PM UTC
Remember the day
That we used to be happy
Speeding the time while we laugh
Filling each day with love as cupids fly by
missing every second of your skin
While we are seperated by a mountain,
Rocky terrain of struggle aint no problem
No matter how hard like sysiphus
Ill be stronger on every step just to get to you
But then i awoke
Like a man dreaming
Rising up with pain on every corner
Like stabbing knives to my skin
Making an infinite loop of pain
As i float on my stream of blood
Realizing that love is a difficult art to master
Even venus may suffer
One thing that i realize
That love is just a difficult story to finish
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC