Yozhik

Yozhik Apr 2017

Sonnet

This is the last line of the poem.
You got there
But you don't get it
You really do need help.

Because this poem rhymes.
You just missed it.
Go back, check.
You still don’t understand?
Well, you’re delusional.
You really do need help.

It rhymes. It’s a Sonnet. Sonnets rhyme
You are not all there, trust me
It’s in iambic pentameter.
If just because you don’t get it you try to make me the villain,
It would be so hurtful since I’m helping,
You really do need help. Let me help you,

You think you know better than me...I’m the poem
You must be insanely arrogant or just psychotic
To think you know better than me
You aren’t even reading me. We already established that
You. Aren’t. Reading. This. Poem. It’s about butterflies
You really need help.
As the first line of the poem says,
“Why would I lie?”

the last line might actually be the first line

#gaslighting #lies #mindgames

Yozhik Apr 2017

Love Story

Her hands caress your jacket
Each time she sees you
No matter the years
between
You sparkle something new
Though you remain
Familiar
You ring
a different true
There are a thousand tales
Within yours
She’ll never know them all
She just knows she’s bound to fall
Again
Each time she sees your (type) face

#reading #love #books

Yozhik Apr 2017

Recycling

The best part of being an older sister
Is the recycling.
When a little sister comes to you
Wanting clothes which you outgrew
Looking bright in style.

When a little sister comes to you
With math homework; without a clue
And you can make her smile

When a little sister comes to you
Going through what you’ve been through
Seeking understanding

When a little sister comes to you
And you weave words that still hold true
Never reprimanding

When a little sister comes to you
And you know she’ll never have to do
anything the hard way
alone.

#npmrecycling #siblings #rhyme #repetition

Yozhik Apr 2017

ReinCarnation

There sits, tucked away in Salzburg
A secret sight-- a cemetery
Where fog hangs thick
Over headstones high
Standing for those ****** to lie
For all eternity set in bone

In the stone faces stare
With the blank and vapid glare
Of dead men who tell no tales
Just because they forgot them
But most travelers don’t see them there
Because they’re captured
By the enrapturing eyes
Of the Second Nature.

The rise of the vines a tide
Of blossoms opened wide
A violent violet cavernous wild,
A bleeding blush tinged red demure,
And fire
Those three colors enveloping grey
In thousands of blooms
Awakened, pure, alive today
Peering through the fog
Feasting off the remnants of
Those who’re locked in
All the forgotten

As the flowers barely, rarely blink.

...I couldn't resist the pun I'm sorry...

copyright 2017 m.kehl

#creepy #descriptive #flowers #rhyme

Yozhik Apr 2017

Salvageable (TW mention of OD)

You stood upon that pedestal, an MIT degree
In math; a research doctor of psychiatry
As for why
you decided
to take interest in me
I had no idea.

I was a lab rat, my life exploded
But for some reason you devoted
Time to me-- from my place
It was insanity; just in case
You gave me a number
Said call
If anything
happens.

In a week and a hundred pills I called

Days later in the ICU I awoke
Very alive but thinking that I broke
My life into irrecoverable pieces

But for some reason you visited.
First you shook your head and said-- well you said
‘You took a lot of medication.’
But at the end of the conversation
You promised you’d check up
Again.

And then, that was when
As I thought I’d used my second chances
Thought my life had made it’s last advances
And all that was left was downhill
Having passed the pinnacle

You shook my hand, from that pedestal
And so matter-of-factly said,
‘You’re going to do well.’

And that really stuck in my head.
The thought that I was salvageable

not exactly a compliment but the most memorable good thing anyone's ever said to me

#npmcompliment #narrative #hope

Yozhik Apr 2017

Easy target

though I do blame you
I more blame me for trusting
That's much easier

#betrayal #haiku #relationships #form

Yozhik Apr 2017

Looking-glass limericks

There once was a boy with the thought
a girl too meek to have fought
So despite her plea
he just took for free
What a gentleman ought to have bought

There once was a girl with a bowl
Which hadn’t in years felt full
Though less it may weigh
Heavier it lay
In her hands and on her soul

An old man came to rest by their side
Long after his poor dreams had died
For him there were tears
But reverse forty years--
For his dreams, only he cried.

There once was a magical mythical nation
Who felt threatened by half of its population
So they shot them all
And sounded the call
For a ******* national celebration

And there once was a shield named Cynicism
Who sought strength in criticism
While it suffers each day
Bitter decay
It won’t be let down like idealism

#limerick #cynical #dark