Flotsam (finished at last!)

November 28, 2009 Leave a comment

All of the untended things,
The abandoned relics of your former life-
Or was it just a fabrication?-
They tarnish like the spoons in the glass cabinet,
Grow dark like your reflection in the lusterless silver.

Outside, the foundation of the world crumbles beneath sweet decadence,
Bleeds at the cold hand of apathy.
Behind the desk, a peaceful countenance decays into a mask of bitter tears,
Its lips mouthing curses at the hypocrisies of fame and fortune-
Or was the smile a mask?

The streets throb with humanity,
A glassy-eyed multitude,
Faceless figures in a shifting crowd.
And when the rain comes, and breathes its mist down the alleyways,
They weep together,
Steeped in the burden of their sorrow.

They drink.
And what do they see at the bottom of the glass?
The dregs of sick indulgence, of pleasure too hastily imbibed,
Of the joy they took for granted,
And the pain that, no matter how hard they try,
They can’t shrug off.
Refilling the glass again and again, they drag themselves to oblivion.

Night comes, but sleep is no escape-
There is no refuge to be found in dreams,
In the wide-eyed misfits that cower in the corners of your mind.
Reaching out, fingers dripping with the garbage of the streets,
They grasp at nothing, fall back into impenetrable shadow.
When the darkness stirs again, it comes as a vision that grovels at your feet-
Or is she real?
Fear screams in her bloodshot eyes, rings in your head.
Angry hands that aren’t yours close in on her
(They can’t be your hands, can they?),
And in a moment, she too is extinguished .

Wakefulness seeps back.
You let your head fall into your work-callused hands
As revulsion sends the bile burning up your throat.
Your conflicted thoughts scream and argue,
Clawing at themselves.
And yet some part of you, some facet of your mind,
Doesn’t give a fuck anymore.

In the dark you send a wordless prayer out into the emptiness.

This is humanity,
And this humanity’s plea-

But emptiness has no ears.

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Remorse

October 18, 2009 Leave a comment

I opened my eyes, and in the darkness they returned to me
They rested in the air, black on black, above my face
The anarchy of molecules seemed not enough to hold them back
And indeed I felt them press upon the place on my throat
That when touched breeds struggle and a panicked gasp

Oh, the words!

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Flotsam (Unfinished)

October 11, 2009 1 comment

Notes and possible additions are in italics. Lines I am unsure of are marked with a *

All of the untended things,
The abandoned relics of your former life-
Or was it just a fabrication?-
They tarnish like the spoons in the glass cabinet,
Grow dark like your reflection in the lusterless silver.

Outside, the foundation of the world crumbles beneath sweet decadence,
Bleeds at the cold hand of apathy.
Behind the desk, a peaceful countenance decays into a mask of bitter tears,
Its lips mouthing curses at…falsehoods, hypocrisy, material wealth??
Or was the smile a mask?

The streets throb with humanity,
A glassy-eyed multitude,
Faceless figures in a shifting crowd.
And when the rain comes, breathing mist down the alleyways,
They weep together,
Wallow in collective/shared sorrow/agony,
Die alone/meet lonely deaths in their hollow cores.

They drink.
And what do they see at the bottom of the glass?
The dregs of sick indulgence, of pleasure too hastily imbibed,
Of the joy they took for granted,
And the pain that, no matter how hard they try,
They can’t shrug off.
Refilling the glass again and again, they drag themselves to oblivion.

Night comes, but sleep is no escape-
There is no refuge to be found in dreams,
In the wide-eyed misfits that cower in the corners of your mind.
Reaching out, fingers dripping with the garbage of the streets,
They grasp at nothing, fall back into impenetrable shadow.
When the darkness stirs again, it molds itself into a vision that grovels at your feet*-
Or is she real?
Fear screams in her bloodshot eyes, rings in your head.
Angry hands that aren’t yours close in on her
(They can’t be your hands, can they?),
And in a moment, she too is extinguished .

Wakefulness seeps back.
You let your head fall into your work-callused hands*
As revulsion sends the bile burning up your throat.
Your conflicted thoughts scream and argue,
Clawing at themselves.
And yet some part of you, some facet of your mind,
Doesn’t give a fuck anymore.

In the dark you send a wordless prayer out into the emptiness.

This is humanity,
And this humanity’s plea-

But is there anyone there to hear?*
Or: But emptiness has no ears.

Introduction

September 12, 2009 Leave a comment

Once again, I assume that most of you are friends or acquaintances of mine, so I will not bother introducing myself. I have one blog already, titled “Four Walls Within,” where I post essays and commentaries (and occasional photographs). I thought it would be interesting to create a blog solely for my poetry, of which there is an abundance. Please do share any comments or criticisms you may have; I am always looking to improve.

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