Italian sonnet, long distance relationship gone bad:
Forget Me Nots
The rose speaks softly, in a whisper
guarded by the wind, and you
lusting love, but lost it in leu
of words gone, against the whimper
of the forget-me-nots and ginger
with a delicate kiss, we drew
what living was left, then to-be-continued
I sip from the perennial's cup, while you linger
while autumnal leaves, orange and red
fall numbingly, listlessly
we lay in quiet reverence
upon the soft-needles that make up this bed
and we awake, just in time to see
our cruel fate, and severance
---
This one seems to be titled "****"
tonite
it's like every other night
every tonight
but i pray anyways
bent over in front of my mirror
because i like the way i listen to myself
it helps me to believe
that someone is listening, here
beside me
besides you
i jot down lines about life and its worth
giving birth to the idea that maybe
death is something i won't be able to swallow
so i wallow and bathe in it
till i'm up to my waist in it
washing over me
my heart quicken it's pace
the anenomes stining my face
my blood is beginning to race
the ocean knows how but not why
just like you and i
it clings
it won't let go
till it smothers us both
and, well...
you know just how i feel
and all about the things
you know i won't tell
like how i felt like
dancing to our discord
our waves, out of sync
cancelling out "us"
but i'll be honest
i'm tired of metaphors
like when i said "I want to paint the sky a picture of you"
it wasn't because i love you
or because i think you look good in the light
it's because it's catchy
and you can picture me, painting a picture of you
or something
for the sky, that is
still
i've spent days
on my knees, in front
of that same mirror, practicing
what i would say
when it could be said
hours of time better spent
sleeping, drinking, being
living life in
fast-forward
waiting for the end
so i can watch the re-run
the caffiene and nicotine breaks
to get me through the scary parts
and while i sift through what's left
i realize i'm alone
because you changed the channel
a long time ago
and you're gone by the time
i've finished the credits
so once again, i'm left alone
to pick up the pieces
a D-I-Y guru, it seems
with the task of reassembling
whatever isn't broken
whatever didn't get lost
under my fridge
i laugh at it, sometimes
my life, with the missing bits
because you always said it's
best to laugh when you have
nothing else to do
-------
One of my earliest poems. Freeform. Called "Love Poem"
I touched on some themes in this early piece that has influenced my writing since. Some good, some bad. Can't help but be cliche sometime
I know a man;
When he was young, he'd spend countless
hours playing on his bed while green serpents
circled his ship. "Walk the plank, scoundrel!"
"Say Goodbye"
He used to kiss his mom goodnight
let her tuck him into his bed
So no monsters could snatch him
in the night
He'd sit perfectly still for hours
while his grandpa told stories about
The frontier days and the natives
during his childhood
He could be alone for hours with
himself, and his books
love stories, dramas, and everything else
that makes life exciting
He imagined that one day
He would meet his love
and after his confession
He would be freed from sin
In a perfect world
now, serpents tempt him with
forbidden fruit
Vultures orbit low, overhead
while he awaits his journey towards the light or dark
before bed, he kisses noone
Alone at night
The only time he's safe from everything
safe from himself
Coffee and nicotine corrode his veins
Endless, meaningless meetings about
Payrolls and Insurance forms. He could use another deduction,
Maybe a kid...?
He still reads
"Home Computers for Dummies"
the manual to his geo metro
Thoughts of floppy-drive-shafts haunt his dreams
And his dream girl?
Nothing special
Child-bearing hips
Maybe he could work on that deduction...
and life continues on
Drab, boring
A grayscale wardrobe
Same cheap coffee in the mornings
He's never ridden among wild horses
He's never jumped out of an airplane
He can spend an hour waiting for his invoice to print
But he can't wait the 4 rings it takes for you to pick up your phone
Adrenaline, mixing with caffiene and nicotine
For once in his life, he's scared. But he's happy
He can wait for an eternity to tell you that
he will love you forever
Because he will, and he does
But, drawing all that we can
from the travesty of his life
to him, this is the worst thing of all
Because even though he'll
be there for you, forever
forever can only last a lifetime
--
Another early one, "Moonlit"
This bed of soft, dewy grass has swallowed my pain
replacing it with the stars above me
Because I am one of them
I belong with them,
as you do not belong
With the soft light, careening from its source
beautiful, stunning
Like a hundred pieces of the broken mirror on the ground
Surreal, until you've gotten a closer look
shattered bits of your life all strewn about
the reflective gaze of one with a crown of thorns
but the pillows are soft and broken in
just like my heart
they sink into a dream
one of an exhillerating ride among the cloudless moonlight
like a magical romance that can never be
until I wake
not even the purest feeling could manifest this dream
dreams of figures dancing, filled with joy
but I do not know,
nor have,
the lovely melody,
as I can hardly see their eternal happiness
across the horizon, it floats out of reach
I have lost nothing, though
but my heart races to inaudible song
slowly falling out of tune
for I have ventured nothing
slowly becoming numb
the chaos of reality sets in
and I'm alone
beneath the moonlit sky
among the whispering trees
telling lovers secrets
in a bed of soft, dewy grass
And the stars above me seem empty
without me, I belong with them
as you do not belong
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