SIM

Dear readers: Side note here, expect part 4 of ‘the snow god’ tomorrow : D Thank you for your patience! Also, this poem is a little different than my usual works, hope you enjoy it anyways ; )

 

SIM

 

Simulated breath

Into my simulated core

Rising into simulated infinity

A simulated more

 

Come

Bow

Pray

 

To the simulated god

With a crooked middle finger

And a poison smile

Eat from his tree

 

Click

Die

Click

 

A piece of you stirs

The cold metal barrel of time

Pressing your ribs

So that you cannot sleep

Float (poem)

The rain stills my soul

There is a letter in my pocket

That I must send

It is burning holes

Tedious little circles

Of cauterized thread

 

The rain drums

I sink, eyes closed

Into its familiar sea

Of rythm

Letting the words float away

Like splinters of a shipwreck

 

The rain washes

A horizon of oblivion

A door to the sky

Deep and full of shadows

I pull it open, stepping into relief

Letting the words drift away in ashes

Crisis (poem)

He breathed in and said-

“It is like flowers before the dawn,

like a long night,

lifting into the eaves of the sky,

deep and comforting.”

 

I wet his brow.

 

He perspired death

Fingers gripping at blankets

Ephemeral thoughts

He desired to convey

 

I leaned close

Chasing a whisper of air before me

Then exhaled a cradle song, oh so softly

 

Until his smile laxed

And his

Eyes

Dimmed.

Ice (Poem)

Secretive tendrils

tease at the surface

Spring is uncovering her face

Like a woman returning from mourning

Like a morning coming from evening

Gradual

Peaceful

Shyly

 

The soil is cold still

But not still

Alive, below and above

For nature does nothing in halves

Like an artist in triumph

Like a triumphant art

Glorious

Pacifying

Sensual