"voss" poems
I don't carry the burden of emotions
That much you should know is true
So the teardrops must be Voss water
That drenched this letter meant for you
So like the million unsaid things
Hiding behind my tight lips
And the million unsent texts
Stopping on the edge of my fingertips
I promise I too will disappear
And
Out of the million unkept thoughts
You could never guess
And the million unfelt feelings
I could never express
And out of all the things
I'll always regret
My biggest regret
Will forever be
Never showing
How Much I Loved You.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
The silence surrounds us
while we chop and mix.
Look left. A familiar face
without a name. Here.
This place is where you come.
Make sweet tea and swing your feet
back and forth to the cadence
of the questions. May I?
No, sorry.
I’m really not.
Then the sticky *****
tumbles in the lap of
that person you know,
fury fills the surrounding air.
After we seal the deal
we head to 7-11 for
Voss and Camel Filters
as we keep our eyes open, wide
like in the day.
Luna in the sky
keeps my fear internal
as the one you know
is walking two steps behind you.
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 1:29 PM UTC
I'm soaked.
Drenched.
Water logged.
There's wrinkly fingers
and prunely toes-
from a wishing well's
water spilling in my head.
The waterway
pulls me down.
The drain - body blocked,
as a river
meets my ocean.
I'm water logged.
Drenched.
Soaked.
Nothing but water.
Bones of Voss bottles,
blood from Icelandic glaciers,
spring sourced
liquid death.
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 3:06 AM UTC
he held her hand
and wouldn’t let go;
lidless eyes open wild
like a raging Victorian bushfire
not knowing what to do,
she apologized
for the human race
then quenched
his thirst
with a long plastic bottle
of Voss
~ P
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 9:39 AM UTC