A Poem: Nightbreak
The silence of the wee morning hours Too far past Midnight, Secrets kept and hidden The street lights shine like stars The potential of Dawn, Thrumming in wait Red-gold rays ready to burn memories
A Poem: Untitled #15
The days are coming when all my heroes will die Those icons I cherished in my youth I thought they would stay with me Forever But I have felt it That creeping inevitability The draining sands of time The frankness of mortality The justice of death spares none But there is some small solace In the everlasting tangle of memory Indelibly etched on still beating hearts Remaining in the face of...
Am I the sum of my hobbies and habits Defined by the things that I do? Athletic, academic, industrious, creative, Fastidious and hardworking, A homemaker, a professional, A friend, an intellectual Is that really just me? Don’t ask for my opinion, certainly. For I do not know myself. I would like to say that I knew once, But I’ve no certainty of that.
Sometimes I forget myself and maps of memories superimpose themselves upon the present. If I continue down this road, a favorite restaurant is there on the right. Alternatively nondescript and garish doors and window walls to businesses wholly foreign to me, save for quick-glimpsed signage and placards, forgotten almost instantly upon reading. Here, a quiet cafe. And here, a tiny used bookstore....
I know a lady Always, always wandering A rolling stone An unmoored ship Drifting on tides Capricious, wondrous Never-ending, never stopping But always, always returning Out she goes Cresting new shores Making waves Wearing down The rhythmic lullaby of perpetual motion Rise and fall Ebb and swell Push and pull Sometimes placid Sometimes tumultuous But always, always moving Ever...
I’ve a pocket full of caramels A sweet secret in hand Transporting bits of solace Happier moments Simpler comforts Hidden treasures So long lost Save for brief snippets Olfactory memories Flavored feelings Dancing dreams unlocked Shaken free of time’s dust But for a few seconds Enough
Give me a kiss before leaving Darling Give me a kiss before dark A softly sweet token of love Beloved A promise before you embark A kiss to hold onto, to cherish Dearest To remember as memory grows dim Give me a kiss ere you go Sweetest Though parting is ever so grim
Whisper softly Whisper sweetly Let me taste The coming dark Sing me praises Sing me anthems Let me feast On men’s full hearts Tell me tales of bloody glory Tell me tales of dread renown For I am but another story One more conquest of your crown
A cage of your own making is the greatest trap of all No one else knows such fears to paralyze you To feed upon your insecurities To lay bare the raw nerves of pain Exposed and buzzing Bleeding Iron bars of disappointment Weighted shackles of rage The burning brands of frustration Stretched upon the rack of impotence A feast of despair
Melancholy melodies The cadence of a life The deep thrum of disappointment reverberating in a hollowed chest The jangling crescendo of shattered dreams The mocking chimes of lost opportunity, tinkling goals never to be realized The steady beat of daily failures The cacophony of discontent
Neglected notebooks here and there The bitterest of memories Catch the dripping pages if you dare To swallow up such miseries Inconstant feelings overwrought Impotent and seething Misdirected all for naught The tattered pain is breathing A melancholy punctuated by bouts of rage A stuttering river of malformed thought From mind to pen and ink to page A jagged scar that still burns hot
The glorious fall foliage came a bit a late this year, but no less riotous for it. Today brought heavy rains, and the trees shed their leaves beneath the onslaught. How fitting that these leaves, in their last moments before giving up the ghost completely, turn the most vibrant shades of the sun: the bright, buttery yellows of midday, the darkening crimsons of sunset, the trembling oranges of...
The Night Hours
I keep the night hours The red-orange glow of the old street lamps The icy, distant stardust The indifferent lady moon My only company And always the darkness My constant friend Inky shadows on a poor-lit path Deep doorways to unknown destinations Pools of black round corners And cars And trees Solemn and beautiful The murky twilight blurs the sharp Ugliness the daylight shines on ...
A crack in my window A crack in the wall A crack in the mirror In dreams waits the fall Guarded from the outside world The strangers, the unknown Trapped within this silent room Sheltering darkness not yet grown This nameless thing, Formless and free Ever hungers, ever restless Seeks to devour me
A grain of sand A grain of time Irretrievable, lost. Is this the destiny of being? Why ponder the inevitable? Why must there be a meaning to life? What if there was no meaning? What if there is no purpose to existence? We exist Because we do. Could we ever possibly leave it Just like that? Mankind is an anal-retentive species; Everything so specific. Classified. Separated. Recorded....
I’ve not said it before, but hello and thank you for following me. I appreciate you a great deal. Let’s be friends.
Can it come between us This external distance Infernally far Is it internal, too? It does not seem so As I reach for you But I do not find your flesh Beneath my questing fingertips Yet I hear your voice Echoing in my ears Feel your smile Warming my heart I see you daily Lost in photographs and letters My memories Grander still
A Future Generation
Standing alone, as is my wont, My habit, My being. The way I tend to be, is The way I learned to be, is The way I need to be. What would you have of me? I cannot pretend the niceties Of an old-fashioned kind of girl, Nor am I so strong and brazen As the thoroughly modern woman. As in all things, I stand apart. Not quite touching what others feel, Not quite daring to ask what others...
A Poem: Untitled #5
To speak with more than words An eloquence unmatched A merging of the intangible Defying explanation Demanding Intense emotion Concentrated pinpricks of passion Desire Something stronger Than one alone A union born of fate A destiny unsought Unknown A necessary, inexplicable thing Illogical and understandable Louder than words A voiceless cry Compelling More than a universe The...
Tremble, Heave, Breathe
And in the light words dance away Impermanent glyphs Unsteady and fleeting In the dark they return Shadowy weights Shuddery and suffocating Trembling Too, too much at times And sometimes not enough Wild and rushing Tidal flow and ebb Buoyed and tossed Dragged and drowning Heaving A riotous garden Lush with promise Rife with fears Given freely Stolen away Heavenly heights and...
Doomed In Multiple Measures
1 I am doomed to a love That will not return I could be what he needs But I am not what he wants Waiting, always Hoping for a change That will never come, I know 2 Is it true That the one who broke it Is the only one who can mend it? Then so many are doomed And doomed forever. My wounded heart refuses, Fragile, brittle, Subtly turning to stone. Ruined and scarred, Pitted with the...
It Always Happens Like That
I feel a little lonely, A little out of place. I don’t belong here. I never really did, Pretend as I might I cannot escape the truth, this truth. Sooner or later, It’ll find me And just when I don’t Want to be found. I feel a little melancholy. Nothing new, this. Never new, but I— I never knew. There is a difference Between delusion and ignorance I just choose not to see it. If I...
A Poem: Untitled #8
Check reality at the door Your physics hold no weight here Your faith can no longer guide you Linear time has lost its core. All facts ring hollow, brittle, weak Ephemeral vapors more substantially sure The dreaming vengeance of the meek Your truth lies broken on the floor.
A Poem: Untitled #2
I look back on who I was On what I was So very stupid So very vain So very angry No way but forward now No going back again With nothing to lose What is within reach? Life will give no quarter What lies beyond anything? No solace No comfort But everything lies In nothing Learn and move on Or be forgotten Stagnation and fear Is no more than the doom Of being passed by
I am waiting to see where you will take me Away from here, far from here… anywhere. And do you love? And yes, so very deeply do I love. Too deeply, for it hurts An ache in my heart as heavy as stone, For each day that I go without Each day I am alone. A part of me lies frozen, so I weave my dreams, These dreams that give me freedom From my personal abyss The chasm of my life and its...
Every night I weave my dreams Where nothing looks Quite as it seems Where nothing sounds Quite like it should Where nothing does Just what I would And all those things Impossible Are not at all Improbable And everything Inside me Screams
Ever sorry Ever glad Every dream I’ve ever had Every moment Every breath Ever life Before each death Ever toiling Ever spun Every course Needs time to run Every pleasure Every pain Ever human I dream again
Silken hair, silken sheets Stolen secrets slid between Whispered promises in the deep Murmured longings drowned by sleep Gliding touches, smoothest sins Questing moments, shadowed skins Deepest darkness growing bright Darkest treasure kept by Night
Isn’t it a wonder how We can wander through A world that could exist without us, And yet declare ourselves its masters? We are full of self-importance, A mockery of seeming necessity When really, we are useless at best, But somehow wielding enormous impact. How is it that we were given dominance? A rarity in the palms of our hands. Treated like so much the toy At our inconsiderate...
Slow to ascend Freshly fat and dusky gold Shimmering, shrinking Rising sharply round Earth’s bend A mottled white Her milky glow staining the land Gleaming shadows So still and bright A glittering face of frost Mysterious and haunting Secret lover of the lonely Secret savior of the lost
Come to me in darkest night Let starlight pave your way Come to me in brightest day ‘Neath buttery golden rays For I am here Alone and deep and waiting for your fall And here I’ll stand ‘til end of time Unyielding, proud, and tall
In dreams I wait for you Where moments such as these are lost But waiting to be found Wanting to be found A need as indescribable As the feeling that something has just Passed you by The pain of not quite knowing what was lost The phantom of never knowing But I know That specter on my shoulder It is enough that I know But never truly satisfying Because...
Candlelight flickers across my bare arms So many shadows Golden flesh cooling in the fading light Dancing shadows The madness of breath On the wall Superimposed layers of shade On every wall Light against light Burning away Bickering shadows Thick and flickering Icy, scattered brightness Chaotic shadows rocking to and fro There is end with breath Creating the deepening dark But it...
Oh traitorous thing Utterly devoid of sense Bereft of reason Ignorant of consequence Thy knowledge is lacking Thy instincts tempest A course most crook’d Wound deep in thy breast What news, what word, What action to sway thee? A naked heart of longing Bittersweet and unfree
A Song of Silence
I sing to myself sometimes, Broken bits of melodies The songs I can’t quite remember But haven’t quite died. I sing to myself sometimes, When I am alone and sure No one can hear me Improvise what I have lost. I sing to myself sometimes, Inconsistent memories of loves I’ve never had Of paths I’ve never taken Of lives I’ve never lived.
So….I’ve contributed to this fundraiser and submitted poetical entries as well (which, if something gets included, I’m going to feel really awesome about it.) I think it’s worth your time to take a look. Also - if you’re in the area (read: near Dublin, Ireland,) if you’ve contributed they’re having a party and you’re invited. I mean, I’m...
I met a lady never looking Never watched the shadows crooking Never saw the light at play Never watched the hanging day I met a man forever racing Always running, always pacing Always forward, never back Forever chained to stay on track But I met a child full of time Full of wonder and sublime Always stopping, always learning Seeking always, always yearning
A heart once broken Can never be mended wholly It will bear the scars of shattering Jagged, sharp edges Of pain and loss, Of grief and fear, Of anger and devastation. But a broken thing can be forged anew Fired and tempered with wisdom, Yet still sharp With pride and hope, With joy and courage, With calm determination, and Ready to burn again.
How to Be a Contemporary Writer
roxanegay: 1. Read diversely. 2. Write. 3. See items 1 and 2. 4. Accept that there is no one way to make it as a writer and that the definition of making it is fluid and tiered. 5. Accept that sometimes literary success is political and/or about who you know and that’s not likely to change. Yes, celebrities are going to keep publishing terrible books. Yes, Lisa Rinna’s Starlit is an actual...
I am young But not too young anymore Old enough to be disenchanted With life’s capriciousness So much Taken for granted So much Lost and wasted Time is not on your side Time is not your friend Before you realize All that has gone
I lie in shadow, Waiting I bask in sun glow, Dreaming I fall beyond, Wishing I burn within, Breathing
Oh, bitter is this night Of crushed ambition and dashed hopes; But be not shamed for your valiant spirit, Though your efforts came to naught. Yet raise your heads high Let your hearts remain undaunted; When next the dawn breaks Look forth to redemption.
When the World Fell Apart
So, I recorded a short little thing earlier in HitRECord, but it’s not popping up on my dashboard there, so I’m guessing I just suck at it at the moment? I tried uploading it again, but this time, I saved the link to the record. I think that should work? Anyway, I’ve included it here if you want to read it under the cut. [[MORE]] ...
I joined HitRECord. We’ll see how it goes. I imagine there will be some cross-posting of content I write here and there and…well, I suppose that’s the nature of today’s internet creativity; growth necessitates exposure, thus I cannot be so afraid to put my work out there, right?
Other planets Other stars Other dreams Other hearts
What words have I To speak only truth A veracity untainted by time Or Fleeting Impression