#Tomes-and-GrimoiresGlass kissesby ~restlessinkYou were doling out glass kisses Looking for your luster to be Reflected in someone else, Looking for a shine that would Burn alongside you. And Just as Icarus flew to the sun, You too will reach to the sky For answers, for inspiration. You too will be consumed by Hapless curiosities and a love Of things unknown. You too Will learn the meaning of Silence |
| Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse | ©2010-2012 ~restlessink |
send me the moon there are things in life that surpasssend me the moon by ~restlessink
the normal realm of beauty;
constellations
in the meticulous wash of stars,
the feeling of early dawn sunlight
bathing your skin in delicate warmth
and the moment right before our lips
touch, when your eyes shut
and your breath
hitches.
but i didn't pray for love
when i was a child.
i yearned
for another sunny hour
a perfect beach day
and for the gentle trill of summer
to spill into
the rest of the year.
i didn't wish for you
right before i closed my eyes
but i am now ever hunting
for that feeling.
you see, my sweetheart,
i have always been wanting
you
simply, you were known
by a
ashes of dreams you let die silence isashes of dreams you let die by ~restlessink
heavier
than any word
to come from
her lips
life after love i am in some girl's roomlife after love by ~restlessink
who is not you
but whose hair and hands
and lips remind me of you
and when she presses me to the wall
i can pretend for that first blissful moment
that those lips are yours.
her walls are papered red.
my focus should be elsewhere
as her hands begin to roam
but all i know is that
yours are a papery beige
that make your eyes smoulder
while hers accentuate swollen lips
and make my scars angry welts.
last time it was her hair
a blonde mess of curls that
distracted me from a body
that could have been cast
from your exact frame.
but this time it is her eyes –
without that same softness
she is noth
call it karma lying on the bathroom floorcall it karma by ~restlessink
the comedown is still worth the high.
behind closed eyes, my mind reels
as unconsciousness threatens
to claim all thought once again.
your voice swims through the chaos
of tangled and vicious noise
as my stomach churns and i let myself go
hoping that it will purge you from my system as well.
i cannot cope with this hopeless feeling
the fleeting moments i am close to you
that i ration and savour for weeks after
have begun to leave me shaken and hungry for real contact -
for honest skin on skin contact to steal my breath away.
lying on the cold stone floor
i feel as if i could listen to my heart's fina
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"And in that moment, I swear we were infinite"
Your poem caught my attention, since I have thought and written about Icarus recently and that reflection of my own thoughts caught me (poetic justice) though your individual perspective gave me something I hadn't had before. It was the phrase "glass kisses" that drew me into the poem. Seeking reflections of self, reaching for the sun ...
I agree that Narcissus adds a new element that enriches the imagery also.
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thank you!
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"And in that moment, I swear we were infinite"
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i never noticed the Narcissus element until you mentioned it :]
Not sure XD
I never really paid attention to it
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"And in that moment, I swear we were infinite"
Especially these lines:
You were doling out glass kisses
Looking for your luster to be
Reflected in someone else
though they remind me more of Narcissus, the poem actually benefits from that other mythological allusion. Nice.
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