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Character Poems #2
I did more poems! Once again, kind of rough drafts, but finished enough that I felt like posting them.
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Elysium
an asphodel in the dawn
litters the sky scattered wind
nudging at your back
earth shine in the twice reflected sunlight
yellow bricks crumble to fading
like the smell of dreams
and familiar sins come crashing in
to forever sever the after
let the echoes fade to silence
and leave regrets in frozen gypsum
a muted touch through honesty
dandelions soundless roar
fills shallow graves for
buried shallow hearts
pollen building like rain
to pick it up and fall apart
what scrapes in the mind as it dilates to darkness
brandishing all pretenses like a knife
only to see it glint with ruby honeycomb
feathers trickle and leaves spread thin
with reckless abandon in the space between nothing
the world opens and turns endlessly
with no clouds in its eyes
water pebbles hit the dry ground
and bloom into flowers of sunrise
images fade to yesterdays
tomorrow lies ahead with all its strength
to reach for a world that shines brightly
may the wind always be at your back
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little light
he shakes, standing taller by
the second, knowing
if he
cries, he'll never last and
if he
doesn't, his throat might rupture
the pressure is deafening
the paint bubbles in the
rustiest bottle, crackling with
the pain of
too much too fast
stop
find a doll
take a dash of rogue action to the lips
burn the paint on until it glosses
dance on a blush
stitch the world back together
with a brush of a shining helmet
make a mask through clenched fists
that pretends to pretend
he’s never been partial to moderation
we let our eyes break things
but they can’t break this
the mirror leaves you with no defense
against the world
gods smile and address a toy
slowly clip the wings
didn’t you learn little light—
and he says
nobody calls me that anymore.
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Hero’s Journey
You have two options, according to disney:
valiant knight, or rogue with a heart of gold.
Discard, restart.
Pick ranger, if only because that seems more fun
and you get a bow and arrows.
Sometimes you’re an orphan
others a prince.
Either way don’t sit around
sighing your existence away.
Go investigate that ominous cloud
hanging over the neighboring kingdom.
Avoid witches trying to curse you,
but always accept strange gifts from magical creatures.
Perfect logic.
If you run out of money, use your sword.
Whatever it hacks, slashes, or breaks,
seems to turn into gems and gold.
After wasting a sufficient amount of time
looking for a magic weapons,
trespass on private property
and storm a castle.
Think of pretty lines to tell the princess.
Her eyes are like the sky.
Her hair is like the sun.
Her cheeks are like sunburn.
Her thighs are like thunder.
Stop halfway,
make friends with the dragon,
and fly off into the sunset,
leaving that princess
to find her own journey.
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Afternoon Tea
her mind is finally over
brewed tea—drooling not
steeping under the floorboards—the
beds are never made
there are no more page numbers left to
count on, to fall asleep to
nobody drives that well at
night just because they're awake
your flatness precedes you
the cartoon breathes but
more alive than anyone
a curving lined bubble says
the sound one hears
but it won’t burst
only fill
until there’s no where left
to sing
now you should fall
asleep dreaming.
________________________________________________________________________________________________
Elysium
an asphodel in the dawn
litters the sky scattered wind
nudging at your back
earth shine in the twice reflected sunlight
yellow bricks crumble to fading
like the smell of dreams
and familiar sins come crashing in
to forever sever the after
let the echoes fade to silence
and leave regrets in frozen gypsum
a muted touch through honesty
dandelions soundless roar
fills shallow graves for
buried shallow hearts
pollen building like rain
to pick it up and fall apart
what scrapes in the mind as it dilates to darkness
brandishing all pretenses like a knife
only to see it glint with ruby honeycomb
feathers trickle and leaves spread thin
with reckless abandon in the space between nothing
the world opens and turns endlessly
with no clouds in its eyes
water pebbles hit the dry ground
and bloom into flowers of sunrise
images fade to yesterdays
tomorrow lies ahead with all its strength
to reach for a world that shines brightly
may the wind always be at your back
________________________________________________________________________________________________
little light
he shakes, standing taller by
the second, knowing
if he
cries, he'll never last and
if he
doesn't, his throat might rupture
the pressure is deafening
the paint bubbles in the
rustiest bottle, crackling with
the pain of
too much too fast
stop
find a doll
take a dash of rogue action to the lips
burn the paint on until it glosses
dance on a blush
stitch the world back together
with a brush of a shining helmet
make a mask through clenched fists
that pretends to pretend
he’s never been partial to moderation
we let our eyes break things
but they can’t break this
the mirror leaves you with no defense
against the world
gods smile and address a toy
slowly clip the wings
didn’t you learn little light—
and he says
nobody calls me that anymore.
________________________________________________________________________________________________
Hero’s Journey
You have two options, according to disney:
valiant knight, or rogue with a heart of gold.
Discard, restart.
Pick ranger, if only because that seems more fun
and you get a bow and arrows.
Sometimes you’re an orphan
others a prince.
Either way don’t sit around
sighing your existence away.
Go investigate that ominous cloud
hanging over the neighboring kingdom.
Avoid witches trying to curse you,
but always accept strange gifts from magical creatures.
Perfect logic.
If you run out of money, use your sword.
Whatever it hacks, slashes, or breaks,
seems to turn into gems and gold.
After wasting a sufficient amount of time
looking for a magic weapons,
trespass on private property
and storm a castle.
Think of pretty lines to tell the princess.
Her eyes are like the sky.
Her hair is like the sun.
Her cheeks are like sunburn.
Her thighs are like thunder.
Stop halfway,
make friends with the dragon,
and fly off into the sunset,
leaving that princess
to find her own journey.
________________________________________________________________________________________________
Afternoon Tea
her mind is finally over
brewed tea—drooling not
steeping under the floorboards—the
beds are never made
there are no more page numbers left to
count on, to fall asleep to
nobody drives that well at
night just because they're awake
your flatness precedes you
the cartoon breathes but
more alive than anyone
a curving lined bubble says
the sound one hears
but it won’t burst
only fill
until there’s no where left
to sing
now you should fall
asleep dreaming.