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Evelynn Vera Poem
You're not alive anymore
I've lost a life, time, you
sing & lie & roar & hide & cry disappear in my brain
& I am waiting tortured for my soul
you emptied & hushed & filled with the world.
I can't sleep like this
alone with dreamless eyes
and silent lips that speak like kisses that lie;
can it end in a day
can it end ever
with bargains & deals & contracts
that go on
impermanent as existence
& solid as a rock.
Give me an axe
Give me hammers & nails & wheels
that roll over me a thousand times
so that I stand straight & broken
with no direction dissected
with ladders & webs of woven hair
& still I am bloodless.
Did you find my vain images
worthy of your critique
Thief------------aren't we all.
Will I ever know you
like a lump of flesh so normal & familiar
I can trace it all with my mental finger
A shadowy figure great & small
I reach into your quiet AWOL emptiness
My Soldier, My Lover
You are still uncanny
and I,
I'm still writing war songs.
Copyright © Evelynn Vera | Year Posted 2014
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Evelynn Vera Poem
Pain & fear of the unknown
This pain is the consumer
I live inside it at its heart
& my heart is heavy
& fast & hard
pounding in my stomach
my sick thoughts begging to get out
my result
waiting eternal suffering
for my flaws
my weakness to tell me
to show me
what I have lost.
It was not just a game
for me.
It was my love my soul
tossed aside mocked
shamed trivialized.
I've been so many
casualties
naked numbered
wearing nothing
but their tags;
but you're the last one
my heart does not beat
the same
it always skips
like a broken record
idiot.
You're the last one
I'm forever naked now
in just your chains
I no longer wait in line
cast aside
no one calls my number
or name
It was not just a game for me
pain & fear
pounding in my stomach
like vomit begging to get out
You're the last one
My heart does not work
quite the same
it always skips a little bit
Idiot.
Copyright © Evelynn Vera | Year Posted 2014
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Evelynn Vera Poem
This war will still be there Our Love will never be dust
when even these words are dust nor our nights
when all there is nor our sunshine mornings
when every tree that stands nor our seasons
is gone dust will never be dust
nor our walks
this war will still be there in rain on sand snow frost
when even Bach is forgotten nor hidden woods
& dust nor quiet soft kisses
when my heart & all its every beat nor impassioned arms
its every ache nor our babies
have died unto dust will never be dust.
What is NOT can never be dust.
this war will still be there
when You are dust This war will still be there
and all that you do is dust when we are dust
your every action This war will still be there
when your every decision is dust stronger than us
this war will still be there. & never dust
stronger than us
& never dust.
Copyright © Evelynn Vera | Year Posted 2014
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