"zemblanity" poems
Etch on my heart.
You would carve roses
Into stone.
Unwritten the longings,
My heart
Fighting against the invisible enemy.
Immortalize my wish,
Every thought explain,
Fleeting away: let go.
Reputation of falling,
Dropping from cliffs,
Serendipity and zemblanity combined.
Overhead, overseas,
Over sometimes on empty,
Unable to find besides.
Alone...
Perhaps not.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
Frozen soldiers, my fingers and toes.
Young, numb, and out of control.
Bare blue feet pad along the boardwalk,
To the splintered dock, my solemn spot.
I used to be falling for months at a time
Down every rabbit hole.
Stranded, standing still through the smoke and fog.
How could I ever let it get this far?
Love, I'm set so apart, and it's such a part of me.
The coffer, my coffin.
Full of souvenirs, Daddy's tears, and heavy stones.
Such zemblanity
To be so free.
I threw that key
right
back
to
sea.
Clocks are stopped, the auction block is overstocked
With broken shells, and lonely thoughts.
A dime a dozen, and so distraught,
Devil tips his hat, he'll take the lot.
There's a secret Raven who sits on my shoulder,
Whispering sweet nothings down my neck that weigh me down.
An abusive lover, all my own.
How could anyone know this burden?
Sitting now at the start of the sea
Have I ever been this small?
Fold me up, don't let me be
So alone at the start of the sea.
We all have such tiny fractures in our eyes;
Frozen stained glass marbles,
Cracking slowly around the darkest hole;
My poor, pathetic tortured soul.
Pick me up, be close to me dear.
But please don't fix or mend…
This sundered thing is who I am,
And it's who I love to be.
So beautiful to have been broken.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
there is no purgatory in regret
only to drink from the Lethe and forget
Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 7:32 PM UTC