hear, see, feel,
give up, give in
again –
too much world
to take in –
stop – step back,
refrain –
Category: Uncategorized Poems
These are the poems I never felt were fit to be compiled. They adhere to no specific theme I could build a collection around, and / or were never written with the intention of doing so.
However, that does not make them unfit for publication – they just defy categorization.
And so they are assembled here, in their own little archive. Each standing proudly on its own – whether they be rejected from a collection, or just announced themselves unbidded about something specific which I wrote no more about.
The oldest go back to 2010 when I first started writing poetry (“for real”), and new ones will – obviously – be added on a regular basis.
New Poem: “introspection”
chaos in and out of everything –
cringe my way out of my skin –
turn it inside out to hide
behind the way i feel inside –
squiggle into my cavern of truth
examine the scars others left me –
leaving the gore for the world to see
as i wait for rebirth and youth –
vomiting out of my shell again
when safety prevails – so never –
a womb of quiet and contemplation –
a world lost – for now – forever –
New Poem: “make or break – “
digging through the dirt of time –
what was yours? what was mine?
messed up, mixed up memories
dilute in wine –
feelings gone, remembrance sink
into the liquid, tinted pink –
think – why think?
it’s in the past –
not meant to last –
New Poem: “21st century social life”
distant humming
skull-splitting
silence-breaking
vanity –
denigrating human beings
into eager servitude
in the quest for being liked
for being vain –
insanity –
New Poem: “modern life floundering”
motivation flounders gone
with brain that pounds
the hours down –
a blood that boils
in veins of ash
beneath a face –
silence lurks without a trace
in crevices that time create,
existence foiled –
no trace of happiness be found
with careless people all around,
all in the mess embroiled –
New Poem: ‘light splinters off the waves’
light
splinters off the waves –
white flecks sprinkling
everywhere –
clouding my vision
as the water curls –
New Poem: “sliced sunbeam”
steam in a sliced sunbeam
through a door ajar
mixing with the dust grains –
an imitated
interstellar nebula –
swirling in the gloom
a false creation of a world
hiding in an empty room –
New Poem: “Present Past”
This new poem is contemplating the history of humanity and how we came to be – and for that reason it has been excluded from my up-coming poetry collection “Light Requires Darkness” as it simply didn’t align with the rest of the content. It is way too philosophical and not nearly personal enough, one might say.
However, despite that, I’d hate letting it go to waste, as I really wrung my brain attempting to write it in the first place. So, here you have it (and the collection will start to follow one poem at a time in the near future).
New Poem: “Evening Falls”
This isn’t actually a new poem – it is a new version of an older poem that I wasn’t good enough at the time to make rhyme properly.
All the same, I won’t add a long description as the poem is fairly self-explanatory. You know how, when you’re in love with someone and want to let them know but is crippled by anxiety and fear of rejection? Yeah, basically that.
—
The night creeps up above us,
envelops us and shows us
light is unnecessary
The evening winds caress us
and breathes their lightness on us
slowly in disarray
We sit and night falls on us
its darkness all around us
we sit here quietly
And had we hoped between us
that night would ease and help us
more so than did the day
We should have felt within us
a certain sense of loss
at not knowing what to say
New Poem: “Heartfelt Questions”
you are the reason for my mood;
you, who once cut through my solitude
and ought again to come and cut through –
but do it just in dreams – oh, you –
I dreamt of you again last night,
dreamt that you disappeared or died;
I saw a lightning strike close by,
skywards I screamed out: “Why? Oh, why?”
Upon awaking, all I knew
was that in dreams I lose you too;
you can’t be kept – I shouldn’t try;
there is no trap from which you wouldn’t fly
But when I see your smile, asleep,
arise from a memory buried deep
nothing can still my overwhelming solitude
and I scream within the dream:
“Why, Nykteri? Why you?”
