Short Poems - Blog Posts
“ I know when things are near, I feel it approaching, and it devours”
I know a feeling before it even reaches me
I know we will end before you end it
It’s inevitable
Swallowing me whole
I cant escape it
I could cast all my forgivenesses into the air and watch them take flight, dispersing wherever they belong, wherever they are needed, but they are already flowing — freely.
Open-arm-surrender to the vast sky,
I am a confession
relinquished,
vibrant in the coursing of my inner circuitry, heart’s sanctum, a sanctuary cleansed
in lachrymose penance.
This weaving of sounds and silence, this staccato of gears and engines, and bird call solace, balsamic, all folds
into balance.
© Anna S. 2022
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i.
minutes stretching into hours of blue with the warmth of Summer like a glove, I walked my shadow, phantom light through the gloom, found old paths and laid new ones.
ii.
black keys and white in translation, years aloft on the breeze, these notes, information, I’ve been saying, life is in you.
iii.
the past fading into flow, says, i waited here for you.
If I die tomorrow...
Don't tell my friends.
Tell them I traveled to a far away place, they'll never see.
Tell them of how famous I am for my talents, but they'll never see me on the news.
Tell them of how lucky I am, but they'll never see me in the lottery drawings.
If I die by my own hands,
Don't tell my friends.
Tell them how old and wrinkled my hands grew, instead.
Tell them of my joyous, happy life.
Don't tell them of my sorrows and greif, those are only for me to carry.
Don't tell them how heavy everything was, how my thoughts were hurtful.
Dont tell my friends how responsibilities pulsed in my skull, constantly, and how I always ignored them.
If I die.
Lie to my friends.
I don't want them to know, who I am underneath the shattered visage they seek.
& Space
Some might see me as a key
Some might feel me deeply
Some might see me as the door
Some might meet my core
Some might perceive my essence
Some might hear my soul
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Follow up / Twin poem to:
a veces me pregunto que pasaria,
que pasaria si cierro los ojos y me dejo llevar.
si cierro los ojos y dejo de llorar.
si tal vez abro la boca y dejo de sonreir.
si mi sistema nervioso falla de repente y dejo de respirar.
¿me aceptarían en el más alla?
a veces me pregunto que pasaría.
que pasaria si una criatura con mil ojos habla de mi,
y empieza a dudar de mi existir.
si los cielos se cerrarían ante el mínimo error.
y todo lo que temí me empezara a consumir.
pero claro, todo esto solo pasa antes de dormir.
The open skies and the clear air,
It's all new to me.
I've craved freedom my entire life,
And now it's within my grasp.
No longer am I bound
To the shackles of the city.
I've found silence,
After so long.
I've spent my entire life
Burdened by voices.
Silence, I've been searching
For so long,
For a place to just be.
No longer am I bound
To the shackles of the noises.
I've spent so long,
Searching for someone.
Never alone
But always lonely.
Finally, I've grown
I've found people
Who make me happy.
No longer am I bound,
The shackles of my own mind.
#1
I have this constant fear of not being great,
This fear of succumbing to fate.
Doing the same shit everyday,
a fear of fading away.
And it haunts me every night,
That maybe I'm not doing this right.
Maybe one day I'll just disappear,
No good deed done here.
Maybe one day I'll just die,
Leaving no mark to remember me by.
One of my comissions for someone on Flight Rising! It's been a while since I did this so yeah, this one's been on my shelf a while :)
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