Only My OwnA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)I'm not happy with this poem. It showcases a type of poem that I consider less work, and less entertaining. I call them long and skinny poems. I write block poems. Regardless, here it is. Skinny.Tomorrow soars on the horizon, brazen And when you leave only our bygone lives will breathe Sorting out my sanity And even if it rains I’m dry-eyed sunlight In the coldest snow, the gale sends me home Tragically alone My hand clutches a rush of moments Pulling me down, falcon on the ground Pent up redemption suspends me I will fly home on one wing Romance is rancid, demanding Flowers cower under the winter moonshine I just want to end it all Every song, every stalk of life, every enemy Disassemble my confidence Rinse the glisten from my sorrow You left me deathless, necrotic You wear my empty heart like a necklace But I’ll be here, where I’ve always been Deliver my forgiveness when I can continue in the residue And sit witless without you eclipsing my moonlight Sometimes I wonder why you did this to me Sometimes I whistle moments of self-pity into ancient history I remember embodying an atomic bomb One step from splitting in an outpour of emotion Gone in a second Maybe you weren’t ready To put on the equipment, and avoid the sickness And I don’t blame you It’s hard to love destruction when you’re ruptured And I don’t hate you It’s hard to hate someone who doesn’t rip you asunder And I don’t wait for you Because I don’t wage war on peace And I don’t remember our love Because that wasn’t love, that was a timer Until the devastation entered the blood And pumped the love from my shuttering body So I shake and shiver, and rinse the rivets on my fingertips And slither through the thicket like a stringent river or snake And awake in a world where I had feelings and knew how to love And we didn’t suffer, and you didn’t give up And I didn’t slit open the throat that took my breath away But I defended myself from the mouth of death itself And I did not lay with my shade and the dark water in the bay Washes the apocalypse mosh pit from my eye sockets And rocks my bones like stone poetry, omens broken And I don’t hate you, and I don’t blame you, ‘cause I don’t remember All I remember is being dismembered, and you begging me for warm feelings And being worthless, urchin under the blunder of red curtains And I didn’t feel angry when you cheated on me, and I apologize Because the sundown is ripe with pain And the night consumes me with new dreams That scream asexuality, and bury cravings and urges, as I merge With the pure current and regurgitate your salivated hatred And pump your nothing from my suffering And light the sky with soul fire, desiring only my own solace © 2019 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorR.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..Writing |