Comfort food I ate all I was accustomed to. I shook it all to my feet. There was plenty of room to keep it as all my life had been sweet. Problems, I didn't really have any. At least they didnt show on my face. But I was restless because we always kept moving. Different schools, different houses in each place. Now I'm settled and I have been for ages. But the room I still find to complete. The missing pieces, the fear of leaving. The fear of losing. And I still shake it all down to my feet.
I can't tell you how to grind your teeth or where to split tape revealing what's underneath. The gnawing with a good dream explains a Freudian slip and yet I wake up smiling with a jaw ache and bit lip.
A circus would offer me candy floss in part payment, yet a sideshow would be more fitting with this MaDnEss or this clarity? as you screw people over without hesitation.
I see everything and I'm helping myself as I climb up the Helter Skelter. Jumping to the seized ferris wheel to view clown hair moving, slapstick and tripping. At height everything is extreme.
Our smiles are fake, only because I told you that you've had enough. You really never knew.. Or even knew how to remove polystyrene baubles from your hands. Victoria Stokoe 25th March 2021
Odes fall upon my ears. A silence may well be. For no one hears my heart beat. No one does care for me. Love falls as snow around me. The icy chill won't take much to thaw, for my body may be frozen, my heart's a fire in its ember core.
Origami Images I wish to fold and mould into the shape of you. Even silent, the hug would mend me for a moment. Till you crumpled, till I squeezed too hard. Breaking my own bones, wishing dust of myself as I hold you together. But it's not you. Gloss paper forever, as I flatten you back. Polaroid.. Till I need that bit more.
I've been writing sweet words these few days, and now it's too much. Here's a little darkness for the finer palate.
In those ancient and long forgotten times
Before the existence of verses and rhymes
Before you mortals and your petty crimes
I was queen of poison and dust and grimes
Eternal night before chaos is mine
The burnished chalice holding poisoned wine
Wounded creature caught in hunter's line
Men at the cliff edge, fate is broke twine
Hopeless fools looking for the divine sign
When I'm the one who was never benign
You choose not to see me, pretend you're blind
Self righteous hypocrites, you act so kind
Money and fame are what you crave to find
Thus, to my cause, all of you I shall bind
Go on, look away, turn off the lights
Leave corpses and carnage beneath the nights
Enjoy your masquerade balls, money's mights
Women forced to kneel with your lustful bites
Your stolen throne reaches gluttony's heights
I'll smile up at you from crystals of meth
I'll be the blooms on your funeral wreath
When a brother's blade meets you with no sheath
The Shield of Heracles reeks mist of death
Let us count your sins once you leave this earth
All the ways you betrayed your home and hearth
We'll sit side by side on Asphodel's face
Whilst you drink the poison of fallen grace
Achlys: a Greek goddess who is known to represent both misery and sadness. She is also the goddess of deadly poisons. It is said that her likeness was engraved on the shield of Heracles, so as to scare away his enemies.
Asphodel: the Asphodel Meadows is a section of the ancient Greek underworld, where souls were sent to live after death
Since I joined Mirakee around a few months ago, I've discovered many forms of poetry, some I'd never even heard of. And this is the result of some self research that fell prey to my wayward thoughts.
It is rather long, but then that's thoughts.
If you've decided to come this far, and are determined to go to the end, thanks in advance. Corrections are welcomed.
TO MY POET...
SERENADE ME WITH SONNETS
Shower me with alliterated adoration
With your sweet synchronised stanzas
Wash away the surrows that plague me
Then dress my dreams in light organzas
WOO ME WITH A VILLANELLE
Whose nineteen lines aren't enough
For you to craft your heart for me
Say it again and again till midnight
I love thee, I love thee, I love thee
WHISPER TO ME A PLEIADES POEM
In an open field of sweet buttercups
As we gaze at the infinite stars
Seven lines with their names and fame
With nightingale song in the final bars
THEN CAGE ME IN AN ACROSTIC
And, believe me darling, I will stay there
Within thorns of those florid, familiar lines
Interspersed with illusions and iterations
And nostalgic echos of ravaged rhymes
BUT SOOTHE ME WITH A CINQUAIN
As this cruel world left me calloused
In a harrowing hurricane of pain
Wash away blood, tend the bruises
With the touch of a butterfly cinquain
NARRATE MY LIFE IN A BALLAD
Before I go, tell the others how we met
A frightened rebel and a poet gone astray
Finding temporary warmth in a frozen world
In a small french chalet with lemon sorbet
NOW TEAR ME OPEN WITH A TETRACTYS
This land of rigid silences is not for me
Come, sink this stygian blade in far
I promise, for this, I won't hate you
Our memories together, it won't mar
PUT ME TO REST WITH AN ELEGY
While you mourn me for a day and a night
Till the dismal dawn turns to distant dusk
Sit by my lone casket in the graveyard
Next to my body, turned deserted husk
IMMORTALISE ME IN AN EKPHRASTIC
Now that I've passed through the veil
I know that you think of me each day
Write my soul as a nimble sea nymph
Who stole your heart and left one day
Many thanks to @_luvnotz_outpost for another amazing challenge. ❤️ I had such fun with it. I'd go as far as to say that I went wild with it. Aaaand, if you're wondering about the uneven number of lines in verses, just add up the first letters of each line.
There will be times in your life where you will make certain choices. To give up something up. To begin something new. To eliminate a behavior. To rid yourself of a person. To change yourself for others. To change your moods. To be selfish. Many more............