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Behind Eyes That Hide Their Own Irises
words slow
to a trickle
from my empty,
tired head;
fingers grip this pen
like some kind of sense
can be forced
from it,
but I know better
c’mon, give me something
spilling for therapy
gets the best of me,
makes you think
you can know who I am,
like you can decipher
what I’m made of
deeper, behind eyes
that hide
their own irises;
trust me you won’t
though
not unless I let you;
these rough facets
exposed on paper
are only the intro
does that make me just an act?
I’m the whole
of the ethos you can see,
the cult of shame
and of death
to my pernicious nature,
imbued with need
a brand of greed
for connection,
my limbs intertwined
skin to skin
lying naked
with the entirety
of the cosmos
hidden from you,
crammed, slammed
into five feet of broken -
shattered like a glass,
but I’m still trying
to let you drink
from me
I hope I don’t cut your lips
I’m not sure
if you’re composed
of the stuff
it takes
to hold the whole
of my messy existence;
not with bands that are full
already;
but I can bleed
without smearing
your clean shirt,
and I can share
the parts of myself
that don’t hurt
when exposed;
people who will dismiss the gods
still have the tendency
to believe in their own
divinity,
always thinking
they are saving me,
protecting me from myself;
but I made peace
with who I am
long ago;
my armor is iron-clad
what does that even mean?
and I know
god, I really do know
that it’s you
who needs saving;
the empath goddess
accidental mentalist
highly sensitive personified,
I’ll find the terms
to put you at ease,
it’s what I do,
have always done -
I’ll discover the letters
which cease to conjure
mystical madness
in your mind,
the knowing is real,
and it’s all the same
to me;
so we’ll do this dance,
and I’ll be your ballerina;
I’ll give you what you need
and nothing more
so we can all feel good
about ourselves
for having tried
there, that’s better
to a trickle
from my empty,
tired head;
fingers grip this pen
like some kind of sense
can be forced
from it,
but I know better
c’mon, give me something
spilling for therapy
gets the best of me,
makes you think
you can know who I am,
like you can decipher
what I’m made of
deeper, behind eyes
that hide
their own irises;
trust me you won’t
though
not unless I let you;
these rough facets
exposed on paper
are only the intro
does that make me just an act?
I’m the whole
of the ethos you can see,
the cult of shame
and of death
to my pernicious nature,
imbued with need
a brand of greed
for connection,
my limbs intertwined
skin to skin
lying naked
with the entirety
of the cosmos
hidden from you,
crammed, slammed
into five feet of broken -
shattered like a glass,
but I’m still trying
to let you drink
from me
I hope I don’t cut your lips
I’m not sure
if you’re composed
of the stuff
it takes
to hold the whole
of my messy existence;
not with bands that are full
already;
but I can bleed
without smearing
your clean shirt,
and I can share
the parts of myself
that don’t hurt
when exposed;
people who will dismiss the gods
still have the tendency
to believe in their own
divinity,
always thinking
they are saving me,
protecting me from myself;
but I made peace
with who I am
long ago;
my armor is iron-clad
what does that even mean?
and I know
god, I really do know
that it’s you
who needs saving;
the empath goddess
accidental mentalist
highly sensitive personified,
I’ll find the terms
to put you at ease,
it’s what I do,
have always done -
I’ll discover the letters
which cease to conjure
mystical madness
in your mind,
the knowing is real,
and it’s all the same
to me;
so we’ll do this dance,
and I’ll be your ballerina;
I’ll give you what you need
and nothing more
so we can all feel good
about ourselves
for having tried
there, that’s better
Published 4th Jan 2020
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4th Jan 2020 11:16pm
You dug deep here Luna and it came out a really raw spill, black earth spilling from your fingers. It's a very relatable piece to me. In my circle of friends, I spent a lot of my energy being there for others, without anyone there for me. It's exhausting and I chucked the whole thing, shook them off one by one, to find solace in solitude, but that also was going too far. Now I search for the middle way.
The whole has a palpable impact of emotion to it's meter. I feel desire for connection with self, honest, reciprocal connection with others, passion, exhaustion, there is a lot of life journey in your unabashed candor. Terrific work.
The whole has a palpable impact of emotion to it's meter. I feel desire for connection with self, honest, reciprocal connection with others, passion, exhaustion, there is a lot of life journey in your unabashed candor. Terrific work.
4th Jan 2020 11:22pm
I initially set out to break my writer’s block with nonsense, but my poet sometimes has a story to tell, even if I don’t. Thank you so much, Daniel 💖.
5th Jan 2020 2:45am
It's our fault,
To use a royal pronoun
It's not really
Written about me
As I float the nile
It's about us
All who have
donned the fool
Like i did
I know I can't know
from one reveal
Even if I read
Every book you might write
Heard every song
that might pass your lips
original from your heart
I'd still only
have the cover
Consider this "our"
Apology
To use a royal pronoun
It's not really
Written about me
As I float the nile
It's about us
All who have
donned the fool
Like i did
I know I can't know
from one reveal
Even if I read
Every book you might write
Heard every song
that might pass your lips
original from your heart
I'd still only
have the cover
Consider this "our"
Apology
I like your result from fighting the block. It was clever. Truly, if you could spill it all already... if you had spilled it all already... the block could not not break, for all would be said.
5th Jan 2020 3:37am
You write in such poetry, it’s a joy to read your comments. Thank you so much for your kind words 💜
Well, I actually had a nagging feeling that I missed my mark with my "biography poem" comment.. back on the previous poem.... to the point I struggled with an urge to apologize.
Then I read this:
http://nymag.com/news/features/27840/
Then you wrote this poem.
It was all too much. I had to take the chance here to say how I felt.
Your written expressions remind me of my own second born daughter. She's a closed book, very deep, with uncommon talents and wisdom. (You are 28 years older, So there's that difference, among numerous others, of course.)
She probably wouldn't have taken that "compliment" of mine any better. (Actually, you turned your reaction into a boss poem. She definitely wouldn't have done better!)
Then I read this:
http://nymag.com/news/features/27840/
Then you wrote this poem.
It was all too much. I had to take the chance here to say how I felt.
Your written expressions remind me of my own second born daughter. She's a closed book, very deep, with uncommon talents and wisdom. (You are 28 years older, So there's that difference, among numerous others, of course.)
She probably wouldn't have taken that "compliment" of mine any better. (Actually, you turned your reaction into a boss poem. She definitely wouldn't have done better!)
5th Jan 2020 7:03am
Oh, no I think I got what you were trying to say! I’m terrible sometimes at responding to comments and I’ve struggled to find words the past several days. I thought your comment was lovely 💜.
Thanks!💜
Also, to be clear, I wasn't referencing a trouble maker... Songbird (not her real name) is an angel a constantly good influence and kind-of my role model. So it wasn't even half a dig.
I hope you feel better when you read this, because I love coming to read your stuff... it's the inspirational influence I get from you. I'm surrounded by such talent! Online and off! 💜
Also, to be clear, I wasn't referencing a trouble maker... Songbird (not her real name) is an angel a constantly good influence and kind-of my role model. So it wasn't even half a dig.
I hope you feel better when you read this, because I love coming to read your stuff... it's the inspirational influence I get from you. I'm surrounded by such talent! Online and off! 💜
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7th Jan 2020 1:52am
This is absolutely beautiful and heartfelt. It's so much more than words. Thank you for sharing.
7th Jan 2020 7:59am
Don't let anyone reduce you to their set of givens. Even the actual sum of your parts isn't where the essence is living
