Aveneficus' Poetry Collection
 

Going to start keeping everything together as many posters have done. Seems to be a good idea, if only for organization. I'll start with something I wrote today.

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Are you lonely?
Isolated on a single, red brick.
Your comrades compact -
stacked together at what
seems to be a faraway distance.

Can you flee your island?
You are paralyzed.
A flame does not empower a drag.
Desensitized - filtered.
To be left alone eternally;
To soak up rainwater -
To dry up in this sun.

Rinse - Repeat. Rinse - Repeat.

For this is the life
of a lonely cigarette.

Dirt clothes the floor -
dust erupts beneath naked feet
building colonies in wrinkled valleys.

Light, reflective - mirrored,
mimicing and blinding;
disguised by clouded corneas.

Disease, infiltration - collapse:
of our Lungs, of our Buildings,
of our roles as Drones.
And a Chair, to rest -
to forget the hatred bred in our gardens;
and dreams that we have killed.

A black dress - and one, single blonde curl.
Blue eyes - and a pair of lips I wish only to kiss.
Porcelain skin - and three diamonds around her neck.

Countless - the times I've tried to win her heart.
Thrice - she has said sarcastically accepted, and
Twice - she said no, but with a sly smile.

But one time - she asked me a question,
And I knew I would not have to answer.

I do not like the second, but the first one is rather interesting. I like the brick metaphor. For the third, read it to a friend or two to make sure that it sounds right to you. When you read it to someone, you quickly become a very accute critic of yourself.

peace,
-nick

You are but a distant memory to me now,
A ghost of the ghost I've left to rest.
I can hardly recall the moonlight reflections
From green eyes and an off-white smile.

And I can still faintly hear you cursing my name,
I cannot remember what I'd done wrong -
No, not this time.

Fabrications and mistakes -
Easily remedied, but never repaired.
Anger, ire and destructive desires came easier to you.

And sweet talk always came easily to me,
With only a few twists of my tongue -
A beautiful girl becomes a goddess,
A lowly tramp - a noble king's daughter.

But you've said it many times yourself
And now I could not agree more:
What's left? Underneath a gleaming exterior?

I learned to love from you.
From the hate you bred in me.

I remember thirty minute drives
And watching paychecks evaporate in my gas tank,
Singing songs that I made you sing too.

Sometimes screaming to myself "why bother?"
Then thinking. . . "am i crazy too?"

You never knew how many times I lost myself.
I should have told you.
I should have pulled over to breathe,

But instead I pressed the pedal harder.
And I would get there faster,
Not wanting to get there at all.

But I'm glad that I did.
If not for your embrace,
To learn. I had so much to learn.