Short Huxley Poems
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From the erudite family ofHuxley
cane Aldous with poetics so free
Penning satirical novels so well
his posey perhaps too metaphysical
Aldous Huxley with a famous granpa
became a satirist of the dystopoia
Poetic in the metaphysical modr
'Doors of Perfection' with its hidden codr
Stop.
This heart from beating,
Two.
Leave.
This girl bleeding,
Blue.
Forget.
This beating, bleeding heart that once beat and bled for
You.
Rebecca .A.Huxley
Form:
Seal your heart
So no one can touch.
Weld it shut
So no one can penetrate.
Fill the cracks
So no one can see.
Bolt the door
and throw away the key.
Rebecca .a. Huxley
A leaf teeters on the edge
Winds rustling, whistling
Teasing, promising temporary respite.
False dawn descends
As the lone leaf falls
Hopes and dreams crisp and blend to become nothing in the night.
Rebecca .A. Huxley
Be still my beating heart
Resonating off hollow halls
Be quiet my playful passion
Teasing empty promises
Behave my subdued hope
For dreams are made of dust
Be gone my lurid fantasies
For lust is the flavour of hate
Stop. My bleeding heart
Dripping sentiment unwelcome.
Rebecca .A. Huxley
Form:
One day
When we’ve finally had enough
When we’ve drained each other dry
We will wander forth
Exhausted, and beneath the star-lit night lie.
In bewilderment
As we wonder how much much time slipped by
Reflecting on fleeting sensual moments,
Which stood still an eternity in time.
Rebecca .A. Huxley
I have to hide
Can’t let them see
The pain inside
Consuming me
Can’t let them know
Can’t let them see
A heart that’s hollow
And a soul that’s empty
Everything hurts.
It hurts to feel,
It hurts to be,
I need something extreme in order to feel.
But it hurts. Everything hurts.
It hurts just being me.
Rebecca .A. Huxley
Form:
Light breaches
My drawn heart
Where darkness once enveloped
Now heavy violet drapes sit sloping
Precariously
Light touches
The outermost corners
Where dust once lay prevalent
Now sifting
Ever impermanently
Change teases
The long-since dormant flame
That now just sits
Remnants of vitality are spitting
Hungrily.
Rebecca .a. Huxley
My heart's secrets
Spill as viscous substance
The seal split
Purity spoilt
From your poison in my veins.
Slowly I sip
From tainted ambrosia
Interludes of ecstasy
Amidst a transient
Shimmering surface.
I swallow you like sugar
Tempting and exquisite
Fleeting pleasure quenched
You rot my insides out
As I plead for more.
Rebecca .A. Huxley
Say Goodbye,
Lose touch with yourself,
And who you used to be.
Say goodbye,
Know no one
And defy reality.
Say goodbye
To the girl you used to be.
Touch everything and feel nothing at all.
Say goodbye
To that childlike
Fantasy
Say goodbye
To the tiny hands of my heart,
Turn around and throw away the key.
Say goodbye
Until my mind will fall apart
And I’ll know that I’m still not free.
Say goodbye
Don’t pity me.
Rebecca .A. Huxley
John the Savage was overwhelmed with consternation.
This “Brave New World” of London was not like the reservation.
Nobody cared about their final fates
as they frolicked with numerous promiscuous mates.
His mother Linda died, and nobody cared.
This was another factor that left him scared.
Here was the total degeneration of morality.
In a secluded lighthouse, he sought to be solitary.
Based on the novel “Brave New World” by the late Aldous Huxley