Poem: Black Despair – Rise, Phoenix

The darkness overwhelms

It hides within your soul

It shatters all you are

It whispers of false gold

 

Can you hear it moan

As it runs down through your self

As the slickest of its touches

Violates your wealth

Of feeling?

 

You try to pull away

To push it from your heart

To break free from its grip

And escape before the start

But

Never can you free yourself

Not even as you try

And whisper to the cold dark sky

Why?

 

And why indeed

You ask

In head

Heart

And hand

With lips that shine with your own tears

As the dark ignores your demands

Your pleas

Your cries

 

Soundlessly you sob

Into the gritty street

Quietly you cry

As the world around you greets it

With silence

Just

Silence.

 

 

Steal back the night.

Rise up to your feet.

Grab it by the collar

And pull it back to meet

A sharpened stake of truth

To drive into its heart

It never should have had you

Not even from the start.

 

You are not its toy

Not fate’s simple thing

To be tugged

To be pulled

To be yanked from ring to ring

Of people who all talk

Of nothing and with no thing

To say.

 

Break free of this darkness. Make it yours instead.

It violates your pride

Now rise up from the dead

The cold

The wet

Ashes of your despair

Burning once again

The phoenix who was broken

Will now live yet once more

 

If and only if

 

The darkness that’s in store

Is brought to pay

for

Its crimes.

 

So burn now love

And burn now bright

To capture and corner the black

You once let it take you

Now you’ll take it back-

And rise-

And soar.

 

 

©2012 Sam Oliver (Eris)

 

I love writing poetry.

-Eris

Poem: Let go of it all – Reflective

Let go of the dream of that girl who was pretty

Let it drop from your lips like a sack of sand and grit

Let go of the hope that one day you won’t be busy

Let it sink from your hands to the river, far below

 

Let go of the heart that was beating in your throat

Let it drop back to your chest, back where it belongs

Let go of the need that burned in your soul

Let it fall to the ground like a stillborn foal

 

You can cry if you want

If it makes the pain better

You can cry tears that sting

As they track down your face

You can cry if you need it

If you know that you are broken

But know that I’m here

To lean on.

 

Let go of the fear that nothing really matters

Watch it tumble down and shatter

To a million glittering shards

 

Let go of the thoughts all boiling in your head

Let them sleep inside your mind

And pull me close instead

 

Let go of the pain inside

Let go of the hate

Let go of those silly things

That might still yet abate

 

Let go of all you’ve fought for

Let go of all you’ve bled for

Let go of everything

And hold

on

to me

 

 

And what am I now

But a reflection in your eye

A fire in your heart

A spark in your soul

 

What am I when you look at me

But a person I am not

A place you still remember

The blankets still

Hot

 

A bed all made with covers fine

And silken sheets deployed

A night

Not a person

That you shouldn’t have

Enjoyed.

 

I am just reflective

A shadow of myself

A shadow shining from you

In the darkness and the filth

Lurching to me from your bed

With hands outstretched in vain

You reach out just to grasp me

But close on air again

and again.

 

I duck out to the window,

Standing on the ledge

Staring down eight stories

At the glint

Of a mirror’s

edge.

 

 

——

©2012 Sam Oliver (Eris)

 

 

 

I got so many feels for you, Emily Dickinson. All the feels. All of them.

<3s,

Eris
PSSSS:

HEY GUYS GALS AND OTHERS. I’m working. Doing projects and junk. I’d post more of it but it’s like, now the pressure is on to get published and junk. So the freebies take less priority than the sellables. I’m still writing them, rest assured. Once I get a constant publishing place or a magazine, I’ll even link up to them if that’s a thing that’s allowed. I’ll still be writing for funsies, naturally, but apparently IN THIS WORLD A BEING HAS TO EAT. I am a being. Therefore I need to eat.

Which isn’t to say that I can’t do news posts and stuff. If that sort of thing pops up a lot here, now you know why! Love ya. All six of ya. ❤