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I Told You I Was Lost So You Would Leave Me Alone And Then You Did

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I Told You I Was Lost So You Would Leave Me Alone And Then You Did

i.

I’m stubborn in remembering you
even flayed like this around my
shoulder blades, and all those
hissing scales tipping time
over my wrists until the water 
around me runs red,  streaking crimson
unsurity through all the locks I thought I left
rusted shut, all my fingers broken off 
in the ear-holes, and the whores begging for bread 
in the alley and the denial needles.

I kept you all dolled up, draped in color
under Christmas-tree lights with a gag through 
your teeth so you couldn’t drag my thoughts on 
the straight and narrow. You were pretty, up on your shelf,
and I forgot while I held you tight how smell can sift 
like sand through my fingertips and how
warmth is a relative emotion, when all you dream about is fire.

ii.

I knew the exact moment you fell,
when the keys turned and the violins trembled
and my eyes rolled back in my head while I writhed
on your remains. 
You were soaking through the floorboards, that remnant of 
vanilla and leather, heady dreams of a past life when no one
but you even bent to touch my side-scars.
I scrambled on knees, like the prayers of the homeless,
trying to lap you up before you drained 
through the cracks, my tongue weaving and sobbing
when all those splinters opened it up like
red petals in autumn, swimming forked to snow again.
and all I could think was, god 
you taste bitter,
until I realized I was bleeding through my eyes again.

I could have washed your feet, 
instead I bleached you out of my carpet.

iii.

This is my sidewalk, I think, the one I should have found
myself hog-tied, bone-white in the December sun by now.
It’s the one I’m spilling myself out on, 
flat-on-my-back against the stars while they laugh
because it’s a rape of sorts when they steal your faith
and you’re supposed to feel warm, but I wanted fire
so they sear me to the stomach with their remorseless
lack of simplicity.
I’m just waiting for you to come back and get me.

My cheek is in the puddle forever
and my name is mud while I lay still
beneath this rain that’s washing 
sin off my hands
but not my brain, once it 
starts refracting again.
I’m not broken, and I’m not glass, but I can’t be liquid forever.
I can’t melt off the sidewalk any longer.
I should get up
because walking is still solid, but it hurts too much
to hear all the meaning in the echoes of
where are you.

*"That's me in the corner, that's me in the spotlight losing my religion, trying to keep up with 
you -and I don't know if I can do it." -R.E.M.*

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  1. Date: 12/8/2009 8:01:00 AM
    you asked for it poetry format,a good narrative'

  1. Date: 12/8/2009 7:59:00 AM
    you asked for it poetry format,a good narrative'

  1. Date: 9/15/2009 12:28:00 PM
    Get on PS chat if you're here...or yahoo! Bugs

  1. Date: 9/13/2009 4:17:00 PM
    Dear dear....little one...don't spread yourself so thin, pull back the aura of self ..hold tight the boundary of flesh...the ripe gift of form..loose not the gift given from the wiser to the lesser being..time enough for angels when angles have lost their edge. Light & Love

  1. Date: 9/10/2009 3:53:00 PM
    Genius description of what you are going through I could waffle it till I choked up with tears, but ill say just this. You are the best poet on this internet, and I love you for it. This is honest and raw.

  1. Date: 9/10/2009 9:37:00 AM
    I am enjoying reading some excellent poetry this afternoon . Thank you for sharing yours with us Micaela. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 9/10/2009 5:16:00 AM
    what a tale! organized tot.cheers!