Only When Remembered It Is Predestined by maekenellie, literature
Literature
Only When Remembered It Is Predestined
There are typical things,
I imagine the drawer kept in my nightstand, bulging with things you left or loaned, depending on what coursed through the region between your ears
(it is now filled with items you and anyone else I've frightened away don't want anymore; the "You can keep it" parcels),
I recall tutus floating above horizons denim blue,
(the real sky was grey, it's funny how when you look back everything was foretold, tarot cards tucked away in the cupboard)
Children tasting Halloween in apple crisp air, summoning the courage to call out the silly, silly, girls much too much alike.
(your old ballet costumes are still at my house
1.
Here's the thing,
Or rather the stillness that
flattens the air off
my chest 'til
all that's left
are the wrong words.
Again.
2a.
Quiet is the sound,
although who could
be certain,
of perhaps near
drifting asleep
in sunbeams upon
fluttering precipitation.
I've laid alone upon
white yards all these
years and whisperless
skies just
to feel my
own pulse and see,
rather than hear,
my own breath;
i.e. feel alive.
It hasn't snowed this year,
but what the FUCK
was so grand about
frozen water?
(Remind me,
god, oh please.)
2b.
Silence is not quiet, it's absence
or perhaps an abscess of
noise, more so sound
(I st
Things you Wish you Could've done Without by maekenellie, literature
Literature
Things you Wish you Could've done Without
1.
Feet are meant to be felt,
to pace with.
They're for running and running
and walking but do you
ever stare skyward to see cardinals
on wires thinner than my veins
walking?
2.
When only midsummer hazes
are left, please
don't comprehend why.
Winter is a desolate conundrum, dripping
with hot tears
(mostly) unnoticed
(among the closest of strangers).
3.
You don't comprehend
my over usage of prefixes either,
but I don't comprehend anything
so we're even.
4.
I am silly for sewing
bows into my hair in
efforts of beautification (or preservation)
but that is what we
should've, could've, ARE'NT,
ARE'NT ARE'NT ARE'NT
a
The page is clearly here,
so lines arrive to mar it.
It seems that words cannot spill out,
only to further scar it.
Cutting geometric shapes
out of your blank silhouette.
I wasn't aware you heard me say
"I fail at etiquette,"
I realized I knew right then
the word math should be ablaze
Not for smothering solemn pupils
but for piecing apart your craze.
Not everything can be proper,
still x's should match with y's,
not with empty outlooks or
the wings of butterflies.
Instead I'm being swallowed
and the chaos disciplined,
it's breath is still upon my neck
but scholars can't listen.
The sea takes off his hat
to a freshly ta
Only When Remembered It Is Predestined by maekenellie, literature
Literature
Only When Remembered It Is Predestined
There are typical things,
I imagine the drawer kept in my nightstand, bulging with things you left or loaned, depending on what coursed through the region between your ears
(it is now filled with items you and anyone else I've frightened away don't want anymore; the "You can keep it" parcels),
I recall tutus floating above horizons denim blue,
(the real sky was grey, it's funny how when you look back everything was foretold, tarot cards tucked away in the cupboard)
Children tasting Halloween in apple crisp air, summoning the courage to call out the silly, silly, girls much too much alike.
(your old ballet costumes are still at my house
1.
Here's the thing,
Or rather the stillness that
flattens the air off
my chest 'til
all that's left
are the wrong words.
Again.
2a.
Quiet is the sound,
although who could
be certain,
of perhaps near
drifting asleep
in sunbeams upon
fluttering precipitation.
I've laid alone upon
white yards all these
years and whisperless
skies just
to feel my
own pulse and see,
rather than hear,
my own breath;
i.e. feel alive.
It hasn't snowed this year,
but what the FUCK
was so grand about
frozen water?
(Remind me,
god, oh please.)
2b.
Silence is not quiet, it's absence
or perhaps an abscess of
noise, more so sound
(I st
Things you Wish you Could've done Without by maekenellie, literature
Literature
Things you Wish you Could've done Without
1.
Feet are meant to be felt,
to pace with.
They're for running and running
and walking but do you
ever stare skyward to see cardinals
on wires thinner than my veins
walking?
2.
When only midsummer hazes
are left, please
don't comprehend why.
Winter is a desolate conundrum, dripping
with hot tears
(mostly) unnoticed
(among the closest of strangers).
3.
You don't comprehend
my over usage of prefixes either,
but I don't comprehend anything
so we're even.
4.
I am silly for sewing
bows into my hair in
efforts of beautification (or preservation)
but that is what we
should've, could've, ARE'NT,
ARE'NT ARE'NT ARE'NT
a
The page is clearly here,
so lines arrive to mar it.
It seems that words cannot spill out,
only to further scar it.
Cutting geometric shapes
out of your blank silhouette.
I wasn't aware you heard me say
"I fail at etiquette,"
I realized I knew right then
the word math should be ablaze
Not for smothering solemn pupils
but for piecing apart your craze.
Not everything can be proper,
still x's should match with y's,
not with empty outlooks or
the wings of butterflies.
Instead I'm being swallowed
and the chaos disciplined,
it's breath is still upon my neck
but scholars can't listen.
The sea takes off his hat
to a freshly ta
you're there, but not really
You're happy, but not really
You're angry, sad, depressed, but not really
the world is repressed, broke, dying, hungry, but not really
the world is rich, happy, full, healthy, but not really
the ghost is visible, but it is invisible
it is there, but not really
you, me, he, she, them, we, us, the world
all ghosts
but not really