Fools Gold

I wrote this poem awhile ago. It has a hidden meaning that not many people well get XD but I like the poem.

Novocain numbs my antics that I slipped on somewhere along the way

It was a forgiven metal box that your hands clasped

On that ocean day somewhere in mid-July

Your eyes had stared up restlessly at mine

I would breathe exhaling deep thick air

Laced with smoke of some off drug that you had tried to share

 

They say it’s best to write from experiences

So as the fish swim above my head

Clouding the buzzing that chemicals caused

I’ll turn my seaside eyes into the skyline and breathe stars

Breathing them onto your eyelashes laced like diamond dust

 

She said it was grape.

I recall

I said I’d never do it

I recall

I’m a liar

Liars are nothing but the ability to lie in the sun under a far off moon

Decorated in the beauty of fools gold

 

Iron Pyrite like my eyes

Breathing in the water of your leftover screams

Like a fish swimming in dreams

His dreams were laced in platinum ore

Though he never took the time to melt them down

Only crushed them to worthless dust

In the mid-July ocean days

 

Suddenly it’s September and Novocain is present again

Time passes quick

And suddenly April is melting

Passing my eyes lucidly

Euphoric in my own minds sky

 

I suddenly sold your lies

Somewhere in leftover eastern skies

T or was it some other letter served on ice

With a wound you sent me

In radioactivity

 

I gave up my riches

To the fools gold’s lie

Telling myself that he was mine

When in honesty

It was an infatuation I could never latch onto

 

Obsession comes cheap

W****s are rich as dirt

So f**k me with the best of them

And leave me dirty with a fool’s gold

Left to my own devices

 

I’m my own Prisoner

As May enters my deep blue eyes

Laced in iron pyrite lies

 

I am fool’s gold

A good idea

Until you look at the components

 I’m made up of

Disappointed because I can’t be sold

Again

 

Like a moth

Covered in paint

Pretending to be a monarch

Me

Author's Note

everything here is intentional =)

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

All that glitters may be fool`s gold ?
All that shines may be the darkness
In November grass is green and
In her eyes is the promise of heaven.
I love your poem and that was only a
small part of the translation.
---- Eagle Cruagh

[kera moondust]

gorgeous thank you. =) You really are digging around in some old poetry though.

[Eagle Cruagh]

If I uncover bits and pieces of the life of Tori
it will have been time well spent.

[zainul]

I love monarch.
Lovely write.

[eglantine]

as it should be intentional. Great use of singular imagery and concrete names like the pyrite... remindes me of earlier college days