The poems below were reaped from my notebook this morning. Some I like, all are still works in progress. The top two are the oldest, back a year or so, from UVM. There were more, but they were either shiyt or require more than a whims worth of work.
What stage am I on? Why the scenery? Why so fantastic? Don't give me the time to grow accustomed to it The old and the tired, the ones that fail and recede with age instead of those that are fortified by years Stop my eyes from clouding like the most Burn my left hand away so I can see the beauty of the right I'll take more oblivion if it helps me see what's been missing Though I've lacked for so long on the left, but fill the spot and I would believe You've given your conditions, now you have mine I'm sorry I can't be less human
And Death speaks wisely in the words that bite The vital and the matter speak over and over but it's fake, they are stuttering The Truth is in Death He's talking about what will always be The world mumbles about what could And never really is
Bed warmth and rain light Smooth and disturbing The cold caress is only in your chest Though, I'm sorry for the distress This is the best That you've got Could have made it all you would? I can't tell you I fought the greedy drops grey goodness I burned against the skin that might I fought you tooth and nail And you proved yourself the best For once But I'm still there and I'll ruin memory if there is nothing else Forget the sweetness regret all the rest This you will do So says the coldness in your chest
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What stage am I on?
Why the scenery?
Why so fantastic?
Don't give me the time to grow accustomed to it
The old and the tired, the ones that fail and recede with age instead of those that are fortified by years
Stop my eyes from clouding like the most
Burn my left hand away so I can see the beauty of the right
I'll take more oblivion if it helps me see what's been missing
Though I've lacked for so long on the left, but fill the spot and I would believe
You've given your conditions, now you have mine
I'm sorry I can't be less human
And Death speaks wisely in the words that bite
The vital and the matter speak over and over but it's fake, they are stuttering
The Truth is in Death
He's talking about what will always be
The world mumbles about what could
And never really is
Bed warmth and rain light
Smooth and disturbing
The cold caress is only in your chest
Though, I'm sorry for the distress
This is the best
That you've got
Could have made it all you would?
I can't tell you
I fought the greedy drops grey goodness
I burned against the skin that might
I fought you tooth and nail
And you proved yourself the best
For once
But I'm still there and I'll ruin memory if there is nothing else
Forget the sweetness regret all the rest
This you will do
So says the coldness in your chest
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