10/23/21
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You say,
"Describe your knowledge of our great, silent universe,
forever witnessing all in her embrace.
Bequeath your wisdom to us,"
with large blissful eyes.
So I ponder...
Do you feel when the cold seeps within your skin and settles within your bones?
It drains you of the mere thought of warmth,
until you feel all but a frozen corpse,
cursed to walk the earth forever more,
hunting desperately for where a broken compass has turned wrong,
within the hollow chambers of a solemn heart that beats no more.
And when your blood runs dry, what color will it be?
That once scorching lifeforce exuded like waste left to rot,
dripping liquid gold given freely from your predecessors.
The tales of yesterday sleep in scarlet pools,
but will they wash away, or stain the memory of those kept behind,
with chances thieved away by the ever so conniving time.
Child, you must tell me, have you yet felt the dull sting of love's cruel blade?
Has it run through you, leaving destruction in its wake,
forging unbreakable, unforeseeable bonds,
Dousing its surroundings in flames that eventually nurture open wounds,
entice infection, spread misery,
leave behind withered little dreams.
Do you know fate's sorrowful song, or one's cut string?
Can you predict the moment everything ends,
Or see into what has not passed?
I ask, what of the ones we cannot reach,
the ones we cannot fathom or deign to hear without another's watchful gaze?
How merciless is it to be in the presence of your life's motivator,
who gives meaning to dark, desolate planes,
and yet, enact a farce to hide what is surely true
for fear of a well-placed diamond on the strongest of glass
gifting shattered pieces that slice down like piercing rain.
...Oh how I am unable to unravel my mind in their presence,
those who shall find a thousand lifetimes but inconceivable notions,
hence these lips remain forever closed,
and I am left to ponder endlessly alone,
Here, in the caverns of my consciousness,
It is quiet.
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Oh man, I was skimming some of the older published pieces in this book, and damn they're kinda rough lmao. But I'm not so sure about removing them as it feels like a good testament to my growth as a poet. I think I'm gonna just mass publish some of the more recent poems I've written. Maybe just revamp this book tbh.
Also, hey I'm not dead just had a lot going on for a while, between my last years of high school, plus I recently finished my first year of college so yeah. XD I've really missed having the time to delve into my passions, so hopefully, I can spend a little on bringing back a few projects of mine, this book included. Keep on the lookout for those if you like O-O
- K.
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PoetryA composition of poetry filled with bottled-up aggression, chest-crushing depression, and various other expressions. They've simmered and sat, before slowly boiling over. Erupting straight from the pink gush in my head to the words in your hands, I...
