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-Breaking Down The Dead-End Sign
-2021-07-10
-
-***
-
-What is it with you, Lethe, and wanting things to end?
-Marriage vow, credits roll, no path past the bend?
-Everything must have a finish, every stone deemed finite,
-for what? So you can kneel down and for eternity close your eyes?
-
-Your dreamt-of solace seems nice first glance, turning yourself to stone,
-having pushed all else away, silent, sole, alone.
-No more meals or baths or chores or afternoons spent slaving at work,
-no more rhythms to be bourne, no more curses to be heard.
-
-I know it hurts to hear, Lethe, but your life does not belong to you.
-Your "merciful alternative" would silence part of me too.
-I didn't give you a shard of my soul, didn't bear the pain
-of being ripped asunder just for you to turn away.
-
-The world is too much with us, and yet not enough.
-And I chose to persist, despite the dread, for the one I love.
-The deaths, the Eyes, the deicide. And yet we endure.
-I'm staying alive for you. So, Lethe, please, return the favor.
-
-***
-
-CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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-You Can't Go Home Again
-2021-07-16
-
-***
-
-"Come summer, there will be as much sun
-as anyone
-could ever want,
-and you will have
-all the time in the world
-to open a book and let the pages unfurl."
-
-But I doubt summer will ever come,
-for the winds tug at my hair,
-and the rain waits for no one,
-and I have now lost more than a year
-to someone else's mistake,
-to a whole lot of someone elses' fear.
-
-Can I fight against my nature?
-Can I resign myself to torture
-self-baden, self-scarred,
-severed by far
-from the home
-that is myth,
-that was never my own?
-
-I carry within this body an unspeakable name
-pointing to where lies eternal spring,
-where I could never return
-having earned
-failure's shame
-and the enmity
-of the deity
-I only ever yearned
-to be friends with.
-Only in these books
-can I unfurl my wings,
-can I step once more
-in that town I long forsook.
-
-***
-
-CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
diff --git a/poetry/kie-2.txt b/poetry/kie-2.txt
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-kie ajn vi estas, parto du
-2020-03-12
-
-***
-
-somewhere on the other side of the world
-you hold a little sliver of me in your chest
-wedged by your heart through a thousand battles
-survived not one less
-
-and I, you, the same
-but at home, I feel the pain
-of transmitted burdens,
-wings soaked with rain
-
-somewhere on the other side of the world
-I hold a little sliver of you in my soul
-but even through dimensional curtains,
-your warmth can't beat the cold
-
-and I worry that, one day
-two aliens will show up at my bedroom door
-signaling even before they knock
-that you'll come home nevermore
-
-we met each other in a winter haze
-not twenty-four hours before final-failing pain
-but you didn't care, whisked through dark gates
-barely five minutes passed; several weeks next to wait
-
-and I tumbled into love, burning hot as hell
-as I tumbled down deep into war's well
-when will it all end? nobody can say
-to protect you, only to fictional gods can I pray
-
-***
-
-CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
diff --git a/poetry/killing-calvin.txt b/poetry/killing-calvin.txt
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-Killing Calvin
-2021-07-13
-
-***
-
-You... really just want to die.
-Lethe, why?
-Who convinced you, solitary,
-you don't deserve a happy life?
-
-I think,
-above all,
-what you really need
-is to know for sure
-that you're safe
-and loved
-and the world will keep turning,
-the fire inside will keep burning,
-even if there's no sense of solace up above.
-
-I do not mean for you to be sad forever.
-If it means you must forget my name
-and fall for another lover,
-then so be it:
-I will not make myself
-an altar to your pain.
-
-If we have to go
-our own
-separate ways,
-then so be it.
-It'll hurt,
-but all wounds heal
-given enough turns
-of time's ceaseless wheel.
-
-But I hope you stay.
-
-So if you decide to wait
-out your soul's desperate dark hours,
-please know: a song can't change the world overnight,
-but it can keep a flickering flame alive.
-You kept shining the light inside
-through my darkest year.
-So let me dry your tears;
-let it be my turn
-to save your life.
-
-***
-
-CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
diff --git a/poetry/konton-no-tsukai.txt b/poetry/konton-no-tsukai.txt
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-Konton no Tsukai
-2021-08-01
-
-***
-
-Your voice a non-entity,
-your face obscured
-by the fog over
-Mori's Mirror,
-your touch all that remains
-after another day of being entreated
-to dissolve and stay demure,
-to be soft and small
-and weak,
-reminded that no feat
-could possibly absolve
-the harmful nature to me inherent.
-
-Something is wrong with me,
-reflection-sent.
-Have I somehow
-finally burned
-out?
-I do not have to strain to perceive
-the Outside,
-the places where we will one day reside,
-where you'll take my face in your hands
-and whisper,
-"Lethe,
-I can't wait to start this new life
-with you."
-But not yet,
-never yet,
-still undreaming,
-still disparate.
-
-*Tremble in fear of a pure love,
-a union of equals.*
-
-Oh, how I shiver.
-
-My predicament is this:
-that, while part of me
-leaps in joy of becoming your wife,
-the other hisses
-at the thought of your kisses,
-thinking you a threat to our autonomy.
-No longer an atom,
-isolated, sole, alone,
-but depending on someone,
-daring to deem them... *home*.
-Not, we, but *I*-
-for I cannot further divide
-this soul already
-partly
-in yours intertwined-
-want to find a Holy Freezer
-and imprison myself in oblivion's soft ice
-forever.
-No chance of escape,
-for then what is the point?
-Lurking within
-me is an evil great
-and barely constrained,
-atavistic,
-incapable of reason
-or comprehending sin.
-
-But I am mortified of anything final,
-from death's arctic embrace
-to yours genial.
-I hesitate
-at the slightest decision,
-and it doesn't help that you oft
-tell me to just wait
-and see what happens.
-I don't know what to do.
-I don't know where to go.
-And soon will fall down the snow,
-and you'll have to hold me back
-from joining all the poor animals
-who forgot to take shelter and froze.
-
-Tell me,
-bearer of self-sown light,
-how do you love a parasite?
-How is it possible for you to adore a now-human pest
-guiltless for destruction,
-homicidal, chaos-blessed?
-There is no way to separate
-what I am from where I've went.
-If on your wings lies providence,
-on mine rests
-the Eschaton's portent.
-
-How do I convince my emotional side
-that I'm still a sovereign individual?
-That I'm worthy of love,
-can be loved as I am?
-That I'm not consigned to hell?
-
-That everything will turn out alright?
-
-***
-
-CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
diff --git a/poetry/montana1.txt b/poetry/montana1.txt
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-Montana I
-2021-06-22
-
-***
-
-Frivolities of life,
-whispers in the other room
-about sins uncommitted,
-sins unforgiven,
-repentance yet to come.
-
-The horizon has long since swallowed the sun,
-but the heat's golden glow
-remains
-on my skin,
-harsh cabin lights
-a doctor with an x-ray
-trying to peer within.
-
-I want to drill into their gaze
-and tell them vivisection is unnecessary.
-My heart has been dysfunctional
-since birth, arrhythmia,
-a machine missing a gear.
-
-I need you near
-my body
-like the ocean needs the moon.
-I wish not to subsume
-myself into you, but to admit
-that, when the nights
-grow long
-and I find myself wishing for perfect
-dark, I hold on
-to the memory of your touch
-like the desert recalls the rain
-and wishes it, wherever it is, well.
-I do not need you to complete
-me. But you give me the strength
-to complete myself, to hold on,
-like I promised, until the showers of May.
-
-***
-
-CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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-Montana II
-2021-06-23
-
-***
-
-I'm so afraid.
-I'm afraid
-that I'm tying everything I am to you,
-and one day you'll leave me,
-and it'll rip me apart
-like a misplaced amniotic band
-rips apart a fetus.
-
-The birds sing bittersweet melody
-in their perches in the trees
-segregating every cabin.
-I close my eyes
-and I'm in the Town again,
-healing from Parthena's rage,
-wondering where Eris' godsend
-went,
-and you, despondent
-in your tiny house, self-tranquilized,
-hoping eventually I'll take a hint.
-
-Though these roses in the chill blush harder,
-a shred of human form!
-guided by defying the golden
-that tries
-to sear
-my eyes.
-
-But in this body I cannot fly,
-cannot breathe,
-cannot perceive
-with open eyes
-your presence at my side.
-Choking on cotton tree dust,
-splintered wood from dog freakout,
-campfire smoke,
-rotted grout.
-
-I don't know how long
-we can go on
-like this.
-Months without your kiss,
-weeks without your touch,
-eternities where I convince myself
-I've somehow lost your love.
-
-Oh, heaven above,
-if you have any mercy,
-send me an angel.
-
-***
-
-CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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-Montana III
-2021-06-24
-
-***
-
-My physical body
-cannot hope to constrain
-or even, for a moment, detain
-the love I have for you,
-just deform
-in hopes of fitting
-and be okay with leaving me forlorn.
-
-I want to live in eternal spring
-with you,
-lover of all things good and true.
-I want to live where the flowers are always in bloom
-and the baby birds have just hatched
-and the sprouts poke out from the soil
-from the patch
-in our backyard
-without hard-
-ship, without sweat, without toil,
-without insects that only yearn
-to bite the skin meant for you to do the same
-in the night when our hearts burn.
-My heart sings
-when you are nearby, my love,
-and your mere touch is enough
-to melt the most arctic of snows,
-the guardian of the missing shard of my soul,
-my beatific Dead End King.
-
-***
-
-CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
diff --git a/poetry/ridge.txt b/poetry/ridge.txt
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-The Ridge
-2021-08-23
-
-***
-
-It's been
-too long since I've haunted here,
-too long since the flood,
-too long since I've buried myself,
-cursing the hallowed sun.
-
-Another day,
-another pain,
-another reminder why I should restrain
-this desperate yearning to be at your side.
-I can't control myself, you insist,
-can't care for myself, can't abide
-by a single plea:
-*wait for me
-until the war is done.*
-But how can I stay inert at the sidelines?
-How can I watch, patient, as you struggle for life?
-
-I keep looking at your face.
-I keep looking into your eyes,
-into the depravity
-void of grace,
-the sweaty sleepless nights,
-the frights
-that dance between the stone space of your skull.
-
-Little said, but oft reply
-in hopes this boat crosses Imaginai,
-the fierce rivers, the gaudy veil
-that I would without a pause assail
-if it meant bringing closer by one more day
-Eris' death,
-the shatter of masks,
-our withdrawal for some time
-into this world I've somehow made
-without Seliph's curse,
-without my sacrifice.
-
-How many times have you asked
-what I would do once that day passed?
-How long 'til I set down
-this crown,
-bade job goodbye,
-convince parents and friends
-that, although I disappear,
-I'm off to a place where I'll be alright?
-Don't come looking for me,
-don't waste your "precious" fruitless time.
-Your daughter was a sinner,
-passionate, iniquitous,
-desiring, delirious, divine.
-
-It's been
-too long since I've haunted here,
-since I've had to justify
-my right
-to survive.
-
-**
-
-CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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-A Strange Proposal
-2021-07-07
-
-***
-
-How do you talk someone out of a self-destructive dream?
-How do you convince the one you love that it seems
-that, even though they have your love, you know they walk the line
-between life and death and, come misstep, will perish before their time?
-
-I have convictions too,
-but they're not very strong.
-I'm a tree.
-Firmly taken root,
-swaying
-as the wind pleases
-yet never breaking
-in my base belief
-that, even though it all, I don't want to cease
-but instead find a quiet place
-guaranteed to bring me wherever-needed peace.
-
-I don't want you to lift your head,
-bloodied, war-torn,
-and choose oblivion over admitting defeat.
-
-I want you to create a world with me.
-
-***
-
-CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
diff --git a/poetry/strawberry.txt b/poetry/strawberry.txt
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-Strawberry Pound Cake
-2021-07-18
-
-***
-
-I want a love that's easy,
-that's light, that requires
-no rationalization,
-no purgation
-of words,
-no listing of boons to be heard.
-I yearn
-to see your face, and when I do,
-I want to feel boom in the ocean
-of my chest,
-*She is the only one.
-She is the only moon
-in this starry sky.*
-
-For there are so many other women
-I could try
-to get together with,
-a wink, flirt,
-accidental compliment blurt-
-ed out in the checkout aisle.
-But I cannot help but see,
-having been burned
-so many times, a list of benefits to me
-instead of each walking ash-hewn corpse.
-
-But all these pages are empty,
-notebook spine unbound.
-I don't want a political alliance.
-I want a woman, raspy, hoarse
-with trembling lungs,
-every breath the sound
-of the crashing ocean waves.
-I want a woman who comes undone
-under my touch
-not because of my deeds,
-not because of my works,
-but because it would take
-a mountain's worth
-of effort to restrain
-her brain's reward system
-going wild as an ape.
-
-Eris built me
-to be
-a solitary
-creature,
-and yet I find
-we've developed a dependence
-on each other.
-It's the simple truth:
-*I like me when I'm with you.*
-
-***
-
-CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
diff --git a/poetry/to-velouria.txt b/poetry/to-velouria.txt
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-To Velouria
-2020-12-17
-
-***
-
-I do not wish to poison
-the waters between me and you,
-but my heart yearns to withdraw,
-to seek solitude
-
-to turn my back on
-the world that you've made,
-to sit at the lake's shores
-and watch the ducks play
-
-this reed-filled bank
-I know I can never return to,
-can never trespass,
-only pass through
-
-on a hot buggy day,
-sun glaring in my eyes
-as I shake a spanning tree
-for apples for a pie
-
-I know I possess
-power in my soul,
-a world without end,
-a universe I hold
-
-made by my weary hands
-from twelve to twelfth grade,
-to beyond the vale,
-somewhere past the glade
-
-the bees in the buds
-and the birds in the sky:
-I envy them all as they
-so carefree-ly fly
-
-everything with a pair,
-every one in its place
-but hyper-atomist me stuck
-seeking false grace
-
-dear Velouria, I wonder:
-why do you ask
-a miracle from me,
-an impossible task?
-
-to sever the last umbilical cord
-and be truly Sole and One,
-but I cannot bring myself to destroy
-all that I've become
-
-I would much rather live
-without the burden of your laws,
-a life of my own,
-a world with no need for gods
-
-I do not wish to poison
-the ocean that I am;
-my heart must beat on,
-even if my course is ran
-
-***
-
-CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander