Poetry - Reveries in Red

Fear

Red — Tue, 23 Jul 2024 14:20:00 +0000

It devours you. Us. It devours US.

Why not embrace it? Progress crawls, and our time here flickers.

How tempting it is to surrender, to relinquish goodness.
Letting go of fear sears deeper, like acid on the flesh—
Scorching us to our bones. The crucible of effort.
The reward? A malfunctioning expectation, a hyperactive void.

Sit, sit, why don’t we grasp it?
I wasn’t sculpted here, carving my speck of purpose.
I achieve, possess nothing, a promise owed only to myself
in this fleeting present, granting myself something.

Fear, fear, it’s here, always lurking.
Promise only the fate of the fittest, the status of the richest, me.

Who is nothing but free, free, free,
to morph into what you desire. It’s so easy.
I could be A or Z, anything in between—never foreseen.
We aren’t destined to comprehend, not yet.
Reality blasphemous, truth tragic.
All of us clawing, screaming, whispering, gleaming—
Reaching, striving, questioning, dreaming.

Poor silly streamings of extra-retinal shrieking.
Come on, let’s ride this being.
Even when, why, why, why should we even do this?
Why is our binary everything grieving?
To evolve, to seek understanding,
Who are we to not envision other ways we could be?
We can be! Remarkable all we don’t grasp.
What a shame, shame, shame, to not live like we were born.

Or are we?
Everyday somethings and nothings, hideaways.
I can’t pinpoint when the bullet flies by our hearing.
Can’t you hear me? When I am the only one who should listen to me.
But see, won’t I see me? Do you see you?

All set in your pristine little gift box, a spectacle,
To crush it all underfoot and look… lord everything so,
Extreme and simple. Ah, binary again, fickle we play.
We walk away, skip, run, jump, or—
Soar, we can now, from peak to peak, and then the fall.

And what more to say but to forge the brain in ways
That will drain you, break you, remake you.
And then it becomes what you choose.
Choose, or don’t choose. How else could we ever fear?
To live by fear, live with fear, slay it raw with thought.
Think. We forgot. Lost or not. Ready.

The true rewards come not from the outcomes we seek but from the personal growth we gain by facing our fears and learning from the experience.

I’ve been told I should only share my writing if people pay for it, as if creativity had a price tag. But honestly, if I charged for every thought I had, I’d be broke—so here’s a poem shared freely because art, like laughter, is better when shared without a fee.

The Alchemy of Love

Red — Sun, 17 Mar 2024 23:02:16 +0000

Our love, as the forging of ore,
Conceived in the womb where rocks draw breath,
Like magma coursing through time's veins,
A searing chaos consuming us,
Chemical reactions in a toxic sea.

Our love, a molten messenger,
Where elements and desires are spent and reborn.
We surrendered like minerals,
Tasting uncertainty, sharp and metallic,
Its remnants lingering on our lips.

A primal urge, a plea of fading embers,
Our love found us deposited in silent spaces,
In velvet darkness where souls cool and entwine,
Emerging transformed, with scars etched deep—
Copper-warm, nickel-bright, platinum-tinged.

Forged under passionate pressure,
The iron-strong bonds, shaped by erosion,
Revealing raw beauty beneath the surface.
Etched in the bedrock of our existence—
Settling as ancient dreamers,
A finite amount of ore.

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Greetings

Red — Tue, 14 Nov 2023 07:24:19 +0000

My name is Nobody, and I do not want you to like me. I arrive to reveal an unyielding stance against love, perhaps as a mirror reflecting your own incapacity. You elevate me, set the standards high, yet fail to fathom my readiness to bind myself willingly—for you, for me. Though strangers, my wrists bear the hues of sacrifice for you, and there is no descent, no falling into the hole you envision. Permit me this.

I voice my prayers, a patient waiting for your recognition of my willingness. Time is your domain, and sacrifice is my forte. The falsehoods you hold will transform into confessions that echo through the void. I care not for the deceptions of others; I welcome the risk. No pretense, no concealment. I persist until decay claims its place, navigating shadows, embracing demise in sunset shades, and rising precisely to meet your demands. One desire echoes within me. I seek escape from the train of thoughts, task after task, bound to the bed, immobile at your hands. Do you regret discovering me, the ability to unravel my depths? Do you comprehend the offering I extend?

Daily, I ponder the vision of a field of yellow flowers with you, though you remain an enigma—known only in the solace my mind conjures, a breath of tranquility. If belief in me eludes you, reciprocity falters. As the sky deepens, voices scream, and rest beckons. All I ask is to surrender my soul to you, to scatter remnants of the past, breathing in new life. Dance under the moonlight, witness your reflection in my eyes. No more asking; I’ll beg and kneel, enduring the punishment that makes me feel alive. Be liberated. Render me a skeleton; extract me from within. I dream of floating, encountering you like seeds carried by the wind. Let us discover where to settle.

In denial, I conceal my yearning to live for you, uncertain of your shared sentiment. I endure pain, seeking your suffering as penance for my shame. Burdens accumulate, attributing blame. Do not believe in the possibility of loving me. My pride shields me from the protests within your mind. Do we court conflict?

Then lay me down, for I comprehend your harsh reality. You acknowledge not being alone and resent your luck—to know where flowers bloom, a mere request away, and to harbor disdain for me. I cradle your harbored hatred. I allow you to inflict pain. Please, inflict pain. In pursuit of salvation, elusive as it may be, I alone can walk away, yet I run toward you.

One course of action remains: take it, test me, offer my flowerless heart to endure. To suffer with you. Without you.

Love,

Nobody

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