Floating memories sparkle and drift
Like sun-soaked sea foam floating adrift
The ocean wreckage of my ruptured mind
That periwinkle and fuchsia garden of hope
Bellowing bells and bellowing smoke
When I met you last summer and fell in love
I believed in silver linings
Drunk nights spilling into regretful mornings
Carried away by the large eyeball, the cloudburst
Haunt me and cut deep like an eternal tug-of-war
Swimming through tedious conversations, moons
Spilling into my eyes, the light leaves like a daydreamer
Falling into an abyss of moss and insomnia
Dying and coming back to life, the pendulum swing
Echoes, my tears die like stars, manic, half-smiling
Splinters ricochet and penetrate my resilient bones
Wandering and lonesome, my resilient bones
Dipped in the wax of my pen, the kiss you left behind
An apocalypse, a tortured body dying in the blue-yellow
Half-light of my room, fading with my memories
In the corner with my broken dreams, my telescope
Apples and frog spots, speaking but my lips are shut
I think you know about the way I get lost
Self-destructive, I sniff you like a dog and remember
The way we kiss and say goodbye
The slurs that poison your tongue
And all the things we don't say, afraid to speak
I am a butterfly
I am a wolf
I am made of flowers and stars
Drowning in the music of my heartbeats
The maudlin red-letter-days
Stirred and whipped and brimming
I am apathy
I am godless
I am decay.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 26th, 2022 14:11
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Rocky Lagou, thinkerbell
Comments2
This is the most explosive poem I've read in a while. Wow. From the loveless sentiments, to the words that are so impassioned yet to no avail, to the self-destruction, it's so relatable. It's like you poured your heart onto a paper, and here we are. That finale when you begin to list the things you are, "butterfly," "wolf," "apathy," etc. is so climactic. I hope you had a breather after writing this. Regardless, it's beautiful and so emotional, and that's why I love it.
This comment is so sincere and sweet, especially because it was hell to write and edit. There were many different variations, longer stanzas, different titles, periods I didn't think it would come to fruition.
The poem is mostly from the perspective of loss, which is a big factor in what will be my debut collection, Flowers for the Wild Ones, and I'm very fond of it. Thank you for reading and take care.
I agree with Rocky Lagou! Rocky expressed so well what you are trying to say. Very visual writing as well!
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