Poem: And the wind said to me

And the wind said to me:

“I don’t

want to change,”

The wind said to me:

“Just flutter

And flit

And float the same way

Til the day that I flutter

No more.”

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Ramble Poem: Bitterest Blade

What are we

If not slaves to this

This feeling inside

Twisting,

Turning,

Driving inward like a knife

Or a bitter blade

 

A bitter, false blade

A bitter, sweet blade

Like a smile

Like a smile so bright that you know

It isn’t true

Too bright

Too real

Too unreal

Too fake

Is it because of the white?

The white in your teeth

That proves you must

Be a liar?

 

Not just any liar

But one without truth

To you

One without the nerve

To tell anything

anything

anything,

but lies.

 

screeching

 

shouting

 

reflected noise back

To the edge of my awareness

to the forefront of my mind.

crying

sobbing

losing my tactic

at my own game

in my own space

in my own nothing

 

i am a bitter blade

a bitter, false blade

a bitter, sweet blade

dull now

from use

from being used

over

and

over

and

over

 

again

and

again

and

again.

 

tumble with me down

to the edge from beyond

to the edge of my nothing

tumble with me down

to the edge of my heart

to the edge of my self

to the edge of me.

 

i am a bitter blade

a bittersweet blade

with a false, bitter edge

hiding

behind

my bitter,

false

smile.

 

i would rather cut

myself

in

two

than be lonely

like this

forever.

 

©2013 Sam Oliver (Eris)

 

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YO. Three stories in the works. Love atcha. Eris out.

(story, news, story, news, story)

-Eris