Posts tagged: poems
I try to count the stars tonight.
Too many of them seem to have appeared.
But wait-
where’s my moon?
Did all the bright stars scare him away?
Or maybe he’s at the other side,
just blocking my view of the bluer sky.
But alas,
there is a wall that is blocking my view
of what I suppose is a paler moon.
You remind me of wrought iron-
Your taste and your appeal,
scraping me when I try
to smile. You’re tolerable,
though. They scare me.
They tell me you’ll hurt me.
Tomorrow, I would never
feel free- Until then,
you’ll be molding me.
The pain would not scare me-
You’d be perfecting me.
And once you’re gone,
I’ll be better, finer.
It caresses,
slowly trickling around your nape
making a full turn to succumb your throat.
It’s a sinking feeling,
leaning down on your shoulders
embracing with an irrational discomfort.
A silent lullaby,
making you shut your tired eyes
enticing you so it can finally take over.
You won’t let it,
forcing your eyes to open
but feeling the consequential pain.
It succeeds,
not because you let it.
It’s really more powerful than you.
It consumes you.
There’s nothing you can do
but wait and feel its presence, its nomancy.
I’ve been waiting on the other side,
Taking breaks between each knock.
Won’t push you too far for suicide;
Won’t stay too far to come off as numb.
The clouds gush out and weep with me.
Crashing down, shushing me.
They talk.
The stars black out and hide from me.
The moon glazes over.
They talk.
The air reaches in and succumbs me.
My only embrace.
They talk.
The crickets chirp and console me.
Not seen- my only company.
They talk.
Two come in- one comes to get me.
People, finally.
They stop.
They fidget.
The clouds gush out and weep with me.
Crashing down, shushing me.
They talk.
I walk along the streets,
seeing the faces of different people.
I’d hate to see them wait
and find out how the world will crumble.
Their intents would start flames of anguish,
or to point similarities distinct,
or to might whom those flames extinguish,
acting either on logic or instinct.
One and the same-
Existence would cease for those who deserve it
As well as those unworthy of it
We will all perish.
Now you see what Emma dreams
Denial, she claims to be awake
Put on replay for years and years
She feels she’ll never wake
Now your journey has come to cease
You may now at last put your mind at ease
The little girl still believes what she sees
She’s begging and begging, Mr. Benzedrine, please
So close your eyes, tuck under the sheets
Make sure your feet are covered
At least, you’re not the little girl
Who forever shall be bothered
