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The dirge
drumming beneath my ribs,
a tepid drizzle
flooding the hollow cask,
each drop
muffles speech,
seeps into languid lungs
too tired to sleep and
too broken to breathe.
I stand fallen
for lack of gravity's caress
as she lies dreaming,
if indeed,
her solemn slumber
can conceive the flame
long after
the candle has whispered
goodnight.
The eager morning
blooms
in vibrant shades of gold and green
as I am withering
in billowy swathes of black
and blue,
a phantom formed of memory
no more a thought
than a drifting shadow
beneath
a blossoming sun.
She,
a once florid garden
now encased within fourteen letters
etched into rose stone,
a name
whose weight I carry alone
into the unknown
on such a wretched
and unwanted journey
into a still born future.
The broken promise of tomorrow
I concede
my bones into the dust
swept upon the breeze
unto her
shimmering shade
amidst a field of stars
I can never see
but somehow
will forever feel.
drumming beneath my ribs,
a tepid drizzle
flooding the hollow cask,
each drop
muffles speech,
seeps into languid lungs
too tired to sleep and
too broken to breathe.
I stand fallen
for lack of gravity's caress
as she lies dreaming,
if indeed,
her solemn slumber
can conceive the flame
long after
the candle has whispered
goodnight.
The eager morning
blooms
in vibrant shades of gold and green
as I am withering
in billowy swathes of black
and blue,
a phantom formed of memory
no more a thought
than a drifting shadow
beneath
a blossoming sun.
She,
a once florid garden
now encased within fourteen letters
etched into rose stone,
a name
whose weight I carry alone
into the unknown
on such a wretched
and unwanted journey
into a still born future.
The broken promise of tomorrow
I concede
my bones into the dust
swept upon the breeze
unto her
shimmering shade
amidst a field of stars
I can never see
but somehow
will forever feel.
Literature
When I'm Gone
A field this morning glows
While beneath the cold river flows
Church bell ringing from across town
While the sun is ready to follow me down
Hold on by yourself
Last a little while
Love this world
With a quiet smile
It’s my time to go
Grownup eyes in the face of a child
Shining out a fever bright candle
Lighting up the sky free and wild
It was nothing I could handle
Hold me in your heart
Hold on by yourself
Last a little while
Love this world
With a quiet smile
It’s my time to go
Bare branches out here scrape the sky
I know there’s no reason to cry
These times come and go
I’ll be down below
Literature
epitaph
the girl i did not run over
looks at me with eyes that say
that i am part of the problem,
when i could have been her solution,
looks at me like she’s blaming me
for swerving away, like she’s measured
every one of her steps from her door
to the curb, and i am the one thing she failed
to account for.
i almost double back to try and tell her
all the same things that i have been told
but i do not. her feet are too heavy, by now.
her stomach too hollow. she does not
need more empty words to swallow, she does not need
stop signs or yield signs or ‘for the love of god
think of everyone you are leaving behind’ signs.
i do no
Literature
I Am Married to Disappointment
I am married to Disappointment.
He holds me in the night when the only
other comfort I have is the warmth
of cotton sheets beneath my skin and
the residue of salt on my lips.
He weaves his arms around my shoulder
blades and lets me rest my head against
his neck. “There, there,” he says.
“Tell me everything.” And I do.
I first became acquainted with
Disappointment at age five
when my best friend surrendered to the renegade
cells waging war on her fragile body.
Disappointment abandoned her for me,
shaking my hand. “We’ll be seeing a lot
of each other,” he said. And we did.
Disappointment followed me
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So, this is a rough draft of a poem I am working on for my creative writing class. Any thoughts are appreciated. Let me know what you think of the tone, what you think it's about, how it flows, etc. I have to edit it and I'll definitely make some changes, but I have to let it go for tonight and let it sink into me for the evening.
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