Category: Poetry

Surrendered

Strong and pure, you face

The eye of the storm,

Cause this ever-frozen hope

To melt, and feel warmth.

Walking through blockades

As if they’re dust,

And I start to think

You may be more than moths and rust.

I am the leviathan;

The end of times.

But you treat me like a still small voice,

And disregard my angry rhymes.

I yell at you to go away,

Brandishing lies.

You take my hand and choose to stay,

For all of time.

I raise my frozen wasteland face,

The battle done.

Snow pelting down like glittering lace,

I look up to see the sun.

My weapons melt

To warmed rain,

It seems you’ve won.

I surrender all my fears to you,

You are The (my) One.

Love Affair with Death

I feel nothing. I only hear.

I hear the bored world telling me

I’m nothing special.

I hear death, charming and strong.

It tells me to come…

Beckons me with its fingers

The whisper, so close to my ear.

I shiver.

My heart beats faster as Death begs it to find peace.

“Come.”

My body longs for it,

My mind tingles.

Let me lie with you.

I come for death.

I rest at last.

Parched

Rivers plan their course,

Following my quiet footsteps.

But I am a broken force,

Dragging along the shattered remains of what’s left.

I thirst.

Rain throws itself from the skies

To slide down my skin,

My lips refuse to part.

Only my eyes join in—

I weep.

Waves rise up and crash hard to reach me,

But I climb the highest rooftop— Scarred.

I’ve drowned before.

Each inhalation of water teaches me,

I’m cursed.

Life sits peaceful as an unstirred lake,

Fills me to my brim with flavourless, tepid, nothing

Numbs me till I cannot wake.

I long for it to shake, earthquake… something!

I sleep.

…And I dream of cold well water swallowed and streaming into my feelingless soul.

I shiver

Fear

Fear born within my stomach

Stretches out its arms

Tiny little twigs

That utterly disarm

It grows beyond its boundaries

Pulling at my chest

Paralyzes me for naught

So I can never rest

It pulses when my heart pumps

It inflated when I breathe

When I move it shudders

But it never leaves

It shakes my mind for thinking

I tingle when it laughs

And anywhere I try to go

It stops me in my path

Anything that calms me

It calls the enemy

Threatens my existence

Unless I swear to flee

So here I sit in silence

I stare but cannot see

Feeling naught but emptiness

Just my fear and me

5…4…3…

Death is calling to me

As giggles roll through my body,

As I fail at something new,

As I look over at the nobody

That fills the whole room.

He whispers to me,

While busyness unfolds into nothingness,

And too much noise shuts the doors into silence,

My reflection growing more grotesque

As I transform from plaintive to violent.

Death sits with me,

Watches my dreams,

And I sleep in his arms,

He says we’re on the same team—

I fall for his charm.

I can cry silently in a room full of people,

Write about suicide in buildings with steeples,

Fear the highs because I anticipate the lows,

Consumed by this Giant, as the madness grows.

Death counts with me

As minutes barely pass.

Then suddenly weeks are lost,

And he’s been counting down till I crash,

And I’ve been double-crossed.

Blood

~Inspired by In My Blood by Shawn Mendes

A sudden flame of anger burns

Me up, and never dies.

The daggers that are stabbing

Me, escape me through my eyes.

A fear that freezes till I’m shaking,

I can’t steady my voice.

Fight or flight? I’m frozen,

You act like I have a choice.

Deflated lungs that represent

My heart, my mind, my soul.

I’m all warmth and smiles outside,

But inside, I’m corpse cold.

Murmurers mumble that it’s all for show,

But my heart can’t pump this mud.

How do I battle an enemy

That’s living in my blood.

I poison it with alcohol

And feel a moment’s rapture

But my guts will punish me

With physical torture after.

I soothe it with medicine,

It supplements the villain,

Puts my mind to sleep

So my enemy can settle in.

Speed up my heart with natural cures,

Like sex, adventure, friends

But I just feel more alone

When the superficiality ends.

My greatest nemesis

Overcomes my veins by flood.

I haven’t given in yet;

It isn’t in my blood.