"verocity" poems
He said:
“In the dark night of my soul
I stayed with my darkness.
When a pain struck voice
Came to me, I did not chase
My demons away.
Thinking of all, the suffering I’ve endured
I walked through the street of my past
Solemnly, soberly,
Witnessing all my experiences again.
Before me, light reflected on the pavement –
Iridescent fragments joined to form
Pictures below my feet.
Stories from my childhood played
Like a movie on the ground,
I’m the star of my own show,
I’m powering through each scene
With such verocity I leave nothing
But ruins in my wake.
I reach to pick up the fragments
Of the life of a girl unhinged -
To think my own mind had led me to this.
I wipe the tears from my eyes,
Then, I pass on.
In the dark night of my soul
I stay with my darkness,
For it has so much to teach me
And I learn, so little, if I flee.
© Sia Jane
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
Vigorous
venture
Vessel
Verocity
Wampum
Whimsy
Waitapu
Wahe
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
you read a saturday article, you gain insight into the void,
and then you attempt a su doku...
i couldn't finish of no. 8902 (difficult)...
i attempted no. 8903 (fiendish)
and lost the plot at square-to-linear
interchange with the number 1...
all the while not really concentrating
on the puzzle, or trying to master
the craft to a competitor's level
of expertease...
it became a game of trying to find the origin...
summarised by the words: not here, not here,
but here.
the crux of no. 8903? only one 2 on the "palette".
and two ones. i reached the point where
a square of the 9 and a linear completion didn't
correlate... exactly... a misplaced 1.
so then i conceptualised:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 2, 3, 4, (3?) 5....
iocus numero similis prior cataracta;
a case of parity...
coordination e.g. (9, 9) (9)
elsewhere...
the dynamic soon
shifted into
(1, 2, 1) through to (2, 1, 2), then into
(1, 2, 1, 2)... (2, 3, 2, 3), (3, 4, 3, 4), (4, 5, 4, 5),
(5, 6, 5, 6), (6, 7, 6, 7), (7, 8, 7, 8),
(8, 9, 8, 9); and that equals?
the encompassing void of 0.
', ,' (or the collpasing effect) /
implosion.
just as much to distract me as an article
about mayte garcia / the first wife of prince...
vodka, ms. pepsi and the windowsill and the night...
yesterday's antics: a decapitated daffodil
a fiołek (violet) head... pinched rosemary and pinched mint...
laid down on a kitchen counter...
a cat... and "someone" talking about
scents...
3 sharpened kitchen knives in the garden,
on a stone that oozed off dust (as the knives were
sharpened with such verocity)...
and now today... more ms. pepsi with vladimir vod
of the excess of thus stated opinion: ruling,
unchallenged; because who the **** would
take sober opinions, seriously?
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
I tried to work a nine to five
But it felt like I was living a lie
My soul craved more
I couldn't ignore
It was pounding
At my door
With viciousness
And verocity
I was vindicated
And set free
When I followed my heart
And made the first steps
Toward a new start
I was scared and confused
I had little direction but I knew
What I had to do
I dove into the dark depths
And splattered the pages
With pieces of me
I hadn't been able to see
That I kept in disguise
Because society told me to
What a pack of lies
I've always been a writer
I just hadn't found my voice
But when you're destined to write
You really don't have a choice
Cause the world only makes sense to me
When it's written in verse and poetry
I can no longer pretend I don't see
What is clearly my destiny
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 8:57 AM UTC