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.

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Poem: Elsewhere – They call you Alice

Elsewhere

In a darkness

In a place devoid

Of light

 

She stands

She holds herself high

She wields that blade

Like a piece of fallen star

 

Shining darkly

Shining truly

Shining for her

Only for her.

 

Call it love,

Call it hate

Call it now

At any rate

She needs to hear the words

You speak

To know she is

Alive.

 

Ask her

The name

Ask her

The place

Ask her what it means to be

Alive and undisgraced

 

She can’t answer

Her mouth won’t open

Set in that grim line

Set her hands around that hilt

The tip is pointed too

Not at you

But at all those gathered

In the dark

Around her

Wanting her.

 

Her lips part

Only once

To let the dark inside

To collect it deep within herself

So she can finally hide

From watchful stares whose eyes beheld

The glow inside her heart

She knows that if she smothers it

They can’t take her apart.

 

Alice- who are you truly

Why did you kill the queen

When did you fall down this black hole

What does it all mean?

 

Alice- if that is your name

Why come from  yonder star

You dropped down here

Inside this dark

And knew it’d take you far

 

Alice- conquerer of old

Your sword a piece of heaven riven

Your skill with blade and sky above

Unparalleled

As through the earth it’s driven

 

To slow a fall that shan’t be slowed

You’ll reach the underland soon

Drop with blade from numb’d, cold fingers

To land on stone- below no moon.

 

Alice- From whence did you come here?

From whose hands were you delivered

To

From whose lands did you hail?

 

Alice- To what point do you fight?

The men of surface’d halls do stand

Around you in the night!

Call down wrath

And ruin again

Raise up that mighty sword

Its deadly edge shines brighter than

The written or spoken word

In starlight.

 

Alice, your heart will win no wars

Your courage break no walls

The love inside your frail body

Can not keep your foes

Away

 

To fight you must be strong

To stand you must be true

There’s no internal spirit that

Can help to push you through-

This land.

 

They call you Alice

Alice the brave

The first to fight the fey

In this glorified cave

Their glamours were like children’s dreams

Their hearts were made of stone

They subjected you to cruelties that

The devil would not condone

 

Alice whose heart was strong and true

Who lifted up that silver star

Who brought light down upon us all

And killed a tyrant queen

So answer now explorer bold

Who treads where mortals dream

Why?