I forget these days Which is scarier— To know I’ll die alone Or to know life ends either way
Stranded on this man-of-war That takes me anywhere I want to go, Which is hardly where I need to be, For my wants are malicious
Had I not been oblivious to my needs, I would have been happy I imagine, Imprisoned by own build, alone still But at least I would not have been lost
“Who wants to be found anyway?” says my spirit guide, “That feeling of being taken by the sea— Is it not what you sought? To be lost at will?”
Yes, but I thought I had it in me To find my way back home, But… home must think me dead, How alive does that leave me, you reckon?
“Aye, not much, mate,” says my only confidant, My skin gags at his address mate? Not the best one I’ve ever had certainly, Yet the only one I’m not a corpse to
Great work on already posting two poems! Off to a strong start! I like this style of more prose-y, narrative poetry. You've already introduced some strong and dark themes, like the idea of being "caught" in between two worlds. I especially liked the lines "A name he had for sailors like me, // Neither gods nor men, // Caught like a rope in a tug of war // Between two types of spleen, // Of the gods above and the man you’re not,". Those lines had some real power to them. I look forward to seeing where you're going with this!
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In a stormy night am I blind to see, Another vessel just like mine, She has a captain and a looming guide, Oi, look over here! Help me!
She speaks of lands she had sailed around, Her beauty contradicts her stories of war, Survived through hardship and here we are, Two sets of lost souls destined for each other!
“I had to rid me of me friends,” she says, I nod as I know the pain but my insides cheer, Neither am I not alone anymore, nor misunderstood? How she dealt with the bodies, I ask her,
“What fucking bodies are you on about?” She gasps, (You thought everyone’s hands stunk as much as yours, Scum! Murderer! Oh you’re fucked now, son) A slip of tongue I tell her, her face conveys doubt,
“Storm has passed, I should return to me ship for now,” I sleep on the slip and dream of a thousand explanations, I realize it has been in vain when I wake up alone at sea, My insides crumble — my guide pets me on the head — and sniffle
"Look over yonder," he says, "furthest you can see… the first light, Cotton clouds and yellow delight, Apollo hasn’t abandoned you," And that's supposed to give me hope? "No. But maybe’s he is trying to find something too..."
But he's stuck in a loop... wait, is that how this ends?
What do you mean when you say I’ll find someone better, Is it a command? Or is it a call of bullshit on the times I said you’re the best thing I’ve found.
So hopeful of you to say it, So ignorant too, for it quantifies How good you are to me, What’s bigger than infinity? Whatever it may be, pointless it is to search for it.
But I know what you mean when you say it, It means we’re done, That I should I find someone else As will you, “better” is just a sugar word, You don’t love me anymore.
You've already completed four poems so far! You're not really that far behind. Hope to read your next poem soon, you can still catch up pretty quickly!
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You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children. — Madeleine L'Engle, Author
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