And you have lapsed back into memory
and I into this Siren's Song
Into the core of you do you retreat
I watch you go
arms pinned to my side,
head at an alluring angle.
I see you watching me
taunting me to run after you
forbidding me to follow.
I set your ship upon the rocks
You scamper away from me
clumsily
It would be funny
if I could laugh
I shipwrecked you here
You yell at me
Assure me that you don't blame me
grin malevolently
cackle with bitterness
And I break myself down
And you have lapsed back into memory
and I into this Siren's Song
A Creative Writing portfolio (back from a brief hiatus in which I almost drowned in Heidegger)
Monday, June 6, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Blindness
The rain falls not so hard when the sun shines
Each droplet blinds me anew
reflecting prisms of light on the way down.
Sitting on the ground, I see the end o f their journey.
The years they've been avoiding since the second
they saw the ground.
But when I look up, my eyes are blinded by water
I'm crying borrowed tears.
That there is no much death in revival
My clothes drag me down into the ether
weighted with lost stories.
The sun bursts forth with renewed vigor
Lost stories stay hidden in the clouds
As my eyes start to accustom to a happy blindness
Each droplet blinds me anew
reflecting prisms of light on the way down.
Sitting on the ground, I see the end o f their journey.
The years they've been avoiding since the second
they saw the ground.
But when I look up, my eyes are blinded by water
I'm crying borrowed tears.
That there is no much death in revival
My clothes drag me down into the ether
weighted with lost stories.
The sun bursts forth with renewed vigor
Lost stories stay hidden in the clouds
As my eyes start to accustom to a happy blindness
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