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SHEETPAPER • s y m p h o n y • // a poetry log.

Have some poetry. I'm just going to use this as a dump for my stuff. If you have something you'd like to share, please do. I love reading and critiquing (unless you'd rather I just read it, which is fine) other people's works.

Stepping On Sand Castles

It was sunlight, I see
In retrospect, it all becomes clear
I saw your face in the light they sent to carry you to me
I held your image in my mind as I walked through the years
I hold your hand now, shaking like a fragile wing
Wondering when you'll take flight
It's like pulling teeth
Bury me six feet below the threshold of caring for you anymore
What tiny victory I have feels like I found it on the floor
You're here with me in memory, but not in reality
Where your physical form should be, there's only glass and tragedy
Bury me under the sand that we made
Our empire fell
I saw your face in light, but it was darkness masquerading
I'm so sorry for everything I never did see
And for everything I'll never be
And for everything you never were for me

For the Moment? Renaissance!

I wish it were happening now
The whistling and inevitable crashing
Like thunder and lightning!
I want to see the sky full of lights
I want to watch the world burn
And then the calm would sweep over
Silence would fall
And in the quiet – shh!
There
Under the rubble – like an empire of dust and stone – they would scrabble
Like roaches under a bright light
Only a degree less shameful
But a degree better than before
And the fire would cease to burn
And the noises would return
And life would install itself into the deepest reaches of loneliness
I wish it were happening now

Not Losing To The Rain

If the breezes blew away the sunlight and the scenery around us changed from dreams to nightmares, I'd still be there holding your hand
This is what friends do, I'm told
I'm told to let it go and not be defeated
I'll hold you up underneath our rainclouds
I'll hold you up if you'll hold me

In the grasses of the summertime, dandelions carried our hopes on
Onward to a new tomorrow, where dawn is breaking with the sorrow
Those dreams land in a field and grow the future
At least that's what we've been told
And if it isn't true, well, that's okay
We'll make ourselves invincible someday

Sit beside me on the piano bench
I want to watch your fingers dance like they used to
And take us back to the promises of a lifetime ago, when we were young and we didn't know
How love could make you cry, and it was good even though we hurt each other more than we'd ever wanted to
I know that if I stand at the entrance to a long, dark hallway, you'll be there, the light that guides the way

Let's sing about tomorrow
Let's sing about things we don't yet understand
Because one day
Oh, one day, we will

Sit beside me on the piano bench
I want to watch your fingers dance like they used to
I want to see that they still do

Forever and always, thank you for reading.

We were driving back home and I saw a footpath leading off into the trees. I wasn't the one driving, so my mind was free to wander. When I got to the house and realized I hadn't written anything in a few days, I decided to open up a Word document. This sort of spilled out as I thought about that footpath.

(preemptive source info: Also posted on my poetry blog.)

And If I Could Find It

Wrote this one a little while back when I was in one of those self-loathing moods that some artists occasionally fall into. I'm not sure if it makes sense, but part of the fun of literature is interpretation.

(preemptive source info: Also posted on my poetry blog.)

Sustenance