POEMS, fffffff, POEMS
Jun. 27th, 2011 06:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zenellyI HAVE DECIDED TO SUBJECT YOU TO MY POETRY. BWAHAHAHAHAHAH PHEAR ME. I AM THE HIP-HIPPOPATOMUS, OH WAIT, NO I AM NOT, HERE HAVE SOME POETRY
DON'T ASK WHY, NEVER ASK WHY. (ESPECIALLY AT THE ALL CAPS RIGHT NOW.)
First
Scales
Glinting and glittering
Sunlight refraction in
Your eyes
Exasperation
Full of feelings
That have no
Real name
Darkness
Exacting and deliberate
Scattering shards of
Rainbow light
Unless
You are there
Because then you
Hold me
Together.
Delineation
Feelings pour
straight onto the page,
dripping from my fingertips
And this just never ends,
the boundless creation within me.
Like oceans, like clouds, like fire
Sweet and all-consuming,
cleansing with the spray of heat,
of cold and stinging love,
outlawed beyond me.
Castles rise, lands spin
out of darkness and depth
and they are
gorgeous, top-spinning, gravity-reversing,
and beautiful beyond all else.
(but no one can see them
except me. My own
secret havens.)
Cathedrals
Dust in cathedrals,
ephemeral and not
Quite there, even though it highlights
The lines up to the windows.
Sort of like how mist
From people’s mouths
Whisks away in the cold night air,
Stolen before it truly forms.
Twisting gently around itself,
Cold and loving, iron
Holds the entire building
over worshipers,
Praying for things
they’re not sure of, things
they don’t want to deal with
personally.
The building remains silent,
Watching,
Guarding.
Fourth?
Words are free-falling
bits and pieces of things
I don’t quite believe in,
Strained and quavering and strange.
But they affect more
than the world knows
Planting
like seeds in wet ground,
ever growing, ever
glistening like webs, stretched
between the people they know,
skittering and sticking to the ones
they don’t.
Expanding forever.
Summer
Leaves spin haphazardly in the wind,
chasing each other like there was
nothing else that mattered.
Only everything matters.
The wash of the beach across the
sand, the wind in my hair and behind
my ears, the heartbeat beneath my
cheek, fluttering delicately in the hollow
of my throat.
Sunlight scatters the dust, highways
built and created in the span
of breaths, blinks.
fin.
And now that that's all out of my system, maybe I'll actually be able to write more in The Twilight Between. >
DON'T ASK WHY, NEVER ASK WHY. (ESPECIALLY AT THE ALL CAPS RIGHT NOW.)
First
Scales
Glinting and glittering
Sunlight refraction in
Your eyes
Exasperation
Full of feelings
That have no
Real name
Darkness
Exacting and deliberate
Scattering shards of
Rainbow light
Unless
You are there
Because then you
Hold me
Together.
Delineation
Feelings pour
straight onto the page,
dripping from my fingertips
And this just never ends,
the boundless creation within me.
Like oceans, like clouds, like fire
Sweet and all-consuming,
cleansing with the spray of heat,
of cold and stinging love,
outlawed beyond me.
Castles rise, lands spin
out of darkness and depth
and they are
gorgeous, top-spinning, gravity-reversing,
and beautiful beyond all else.
(but no one can see them
except me. My own
secret havens.)
Cathedrals
Dust in cathedrals,
ephemeral and not
Quite there, even though it highlights
The lines up to the windows.
Sort of like how mist
From people’s mouths
Whisks away in the cold night air,
Stolen before it truly forms.
Twisting gently around itself,
Cold and loving, iron
Holds the entire building
over worshipers,
Praying for things
they’re not sure of, things
they don’t want to deal with
personally.
The building remains silent,
Watching,
Guarding.
Fourth?
Words are free-falling
bits and pieces of things
I don’t quite believe in,
Strained and quavering and strange.
But they affect more
than the world knows
Planting
like seeds in wet ground,
ever growing, ever
glistening like webs, stretched
between the people they know,
skittering and sticking to the ones
they don’t.
Expanding forever.
Summer
Leaves spin haphazardly in the wind,
chasing each other like there was
nothing else that mattered.
Only everything matters.
The wash of the beach across the
sand, the wind in my hair and behind
my ears, the heartbeat beneath my
cheek, fluttering delicately in the hollow
of my throat.
Sunlight scatters the dust, highways
built and created in the span
of breaths, blinks.
fin.
And now that that's all out of my system, maybe I'll actually be able to write more in The Twilight Between. >
