Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, 1 October 2013

As I Die

I breathe water, I drink air.
The world is mine, none to spare.
But what will come when time is spent?
Am I alone, will I relent?
Ticking memories, passing cries.
I breathe water, I drink air.
The world is mine, none to spare.
But what will come when time is spent?
Am I alone, will I relent?
Ticking memories, passing cries.
This world is mine, inherit flies.
And yet I find myself at peace.
This sweet surrender, my death release.
Hot as ice, frozen steam.
I walk the rungs, my fingers clean.
The flesh in which I lived so long,
It’s melted off, my unheard song.
Sing to me, my dying light.
Hollow sounds, tortured night.
Before I’d worried where you’d gone.
But here you rise before the dawn.
By: Yours Truly
This world is mine, inherit flies.
And yet I find myself at peace.
This sweet surrender, my death release.
Hot as ice, frozen steam.
I walk the rungs, my fingers clean.
The flesh in which I lived so long,
It’s melted off, my unheard song.
Sing to me, my dying light.
Hollow sounds, tortured night.
Before I’d worried where you’d gone.
But here you rise before the dawn.
By: Yours Truly

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Friends Know Best





I had a friend whose mother died.
I had a friend who often lied.
I had a friend who couldn’t hide.
I had a friend who barely cried.

I knew this girl for quite some time.
She was pushy, and did hard crime.
I knew this girl had been hit hard.
She was bruised; her life was scarred.

I wished this girl would suffocate.
She had no love; she gave off hate.
I wished this girl would leave me be.
She had no mirror; she could not see.

Instead I drove down empty roads.
The air was dense; the night was cold.
I parked the car and dug in deep.
The earth was soft; it did not seep.

This person I knew had failed to hear.
Her soft white skin, those eyes so clear.
I laid her body down to rest.
I was her friend; I knew the best.

  

-By Michelle Salyga