Posts tagged Poetry

I wrote this for a friend who almost died when she cut herself too deep.

Today it is for Katie. I wish you well in your quest. You already know that people care.

Rust Away

You’re so fucking proud of yourself,
aren’t you?
You have her spirit wrapped around your little finger.
don’t you?
I know you don’t really care,
at all.
You never cared for her,
or any of them.

She loves you,
I hate you.

You swooped in,
god knows when,
like some knight in shining armor,
seduced her,
just when it seemed no one else cared.
She heard of you before,
and knew of your deceitful charm,
yet she fell anyways.

Your caress melts her pain,
your kiss drives her wild,
addicted.

I am embarrassed to admit that you weren’t the worse thing that could happen,
to her.
But it gave you no right to lie,
and make her believe,
she needs you more,
than us.
Til she finds she can’t do without you,
meeting you secretly.

But you fucked up this time,
and now you are the worst thing,
and she sees your plan,
for what it really is,
and I am happy to see you go.

But we’re not stupid,
she’ll secretly crave you,
for a thousand reasons,
especially at night.
Cry for you,
worthless you.

There is a key to freedom,
and it is not you.
She will have to find it,
buried within herself.
She cannot give up,
or give in.

We love her.
We hate you.

You are nothing.
Rust away,
to nothing.

Rust away

I read,
read the truth of your now.
Where cries from the edge are deemed selfish,
and they too become withdrawn as you come to believe this lie.
Everyone, everything, self-included, purged.
Flush it all away,
again and again.

But many give reason,
solutions, promises, psychobabble,
and it all sounds right.
But the answers, dreams and talk go nowhere,
because you have lost yourself,
trying to remember how it used to be,
before.

I clasp your hand,
lead you as you pray to be led.
But when I emerge you are not there,
as you must go inside before coming out.

I think,
remove all the people from the world,
and you can dance naked in a field.
The cows don’t care.
And as Eve you can eat all the fruit,
because the creation of adam will just have to wait,
as you remember to be you,
and all that is good.

You think,
to a time away from now.
Waking with a smile,
where the only worry is that days left seem too few,
rather than too many.
And a step back,
somewhere between then and now,
the arrival of peace

You don’t even know my name,
but know that this somewhere waits for you,
and maybe today will be the day,
you inch in that direction.

You are beautiful.

For Jess

so unpretty

Again I have followed the path,
of you.
Charred remains of searing accusations,
of self.
Viscous smears eradicate everything,
of beauty.

Undeserved sorrow, a mutilated creation
of others.
begets hatred of reflection.
Uncaring,
unconcerned,
drowning you in the eternal desperation,
of now.

I find you alone,
silent in a world,
of nothing.
Wishing to be,
not you,
but anyone.

The future gathered in a fragile wish,
determined to kill it,
complete the fall,
simple.

I’ve taken them,
discarded words, letters.
Re-arranging the hope,
buried behind hesitant eyes,
unable to disguise wild wonder,
burning deep.

Do not die.

Take the ethereal hand before you,
and see what we see,
should we become unblind,
to you.

Worthwhile

The weight of this world she just can’t carry,
cause she’s never felt more than ordinary.
And these lead wings will never let her fly,
so angels pass her by.

I hate what I just wrote. Pathetically rhythmical is one thing, but imaginary judgment has never been my thing. Injecting something factual, even metaphorically, isn’t right. Perhaps you might read it and say, no, it’s the absolute truth, thank you for pointing it out for me. At least once it becomes your possession, changing ‘she’ to ‘I’ or whatever, you can pretend you wrote it. Take it’s yours. Just don’t ever fucking believe it.

It’s just a rhyme. They come from nowhere.

Take this one:
A baby is born,
Unacquainted with scorn,
Primed for perfection,
Imagine no correction.

Not too bad so far

Its something I would never see,
Cause the only thing unperfekt is me.

I think I was headed somewhere good with that one, potential indeed.

Potential. Stick that in your pocket for later. Potential to succeed, potential to fail. At least we have all sorts of options. It’s good to know.

But fuck up all you want I can still guarantee you this.

Angels won’t pass you by…

‘nite good people

Sacred drops from above,
wash a careless drawing from her face.
A mirrorless reproduction of abandoned art,
meant nothing anyways.

Tomorrow’s sun,
a promise of summer,
will lure the radiant smile,
concealing the decay,
as she waits once more,
to hide in the long shadows of winter.

She hasn’t even started,
but she wants to do it all over again.

So I was minding my own business,
and felt a tingling itch,
in the tip of my finger.

I looked down,
and spotted an emergence.
I picked at the tiny red bit,
and pulled.
I am astonished as the tiny artery tears through my skin,
but it does not hurt.
And I continue,
throughout my hand and up my arm they rip through my flesh,
like corroded wires torn from the walls of an old house,
until its completeness is pulled from my body,
and before me stands an odd creature.
I thought it trembling,
but was only the violent surges from it’s heart.

And we stood facing each other,
for an unknown length of time,
until it spoke.

It said,
So how does it feel to have no heart and only a mind?

I thought for a moment and replied,
It’s good. I feel free. I can finally let myself go.

And I asked,
So how does it feel to have no mind and be all heart?

It said,
It’s good. I feel free. I can finally let myself go.

(for maryjane/sara  - in my continuing pursuit of detachment)

My soul in the corner,
go back to sleep.
No need to worry,
the robot is in command

You’re really quite pathetic,
waking ever so often to scream,
Who? What? Where? When? Why? Why? Why?
And the rarer words of meaning,
world look at me.
Who is left the fool?
Not you, but me,
the robot in command.

So let it rest, let it lie, it wont matter if you die,
my soul in the corner.
Your presence is no longer required,
for I can pull a smile from my pocket,
faster than you.
Words of wisdom from a book,
are better than your convoluted imagery.
Go back to sleep,
the robot is in command.

You look so funny shivering there,
its cold isn’t it?
Go back and start again,
with hindsight you have a chance,
but not today.
So let it rest, let it lie, it wont matter if you die,
my soul in the corner.