Poetry/Non-Rp Fiction

[Seppuku]

Longing
The sea is calm, though the wind pushes and pulls,
Weaving through the trees
“Wake up,” says the breeze.
“Wake up and be.”
The sea is a fickle creature, but so beautiful and full of mystery
If only she could believe
The earth rumbles, “Wake up, we need you.”
They say in union, “Please.”

[Alex Ayres]

She said “Good. Set your roots.”
As if I hadn’t already set my roots in her
Winding
Like strawberry vines
Around her muscles
Making their way
To her heart

Only to find out
That this was barren land
And nothing planted here
grew anymore.


She said “Good. Set your roots.”
As if she hadn’t already set her roots in me.
Winding
Like bindweed
Around my
Prefrontal cortex
Too fast
To contain

My sanity
Overgrown with her
As I try
To set her on fire.

[drew]

She said “Good. Set your roots.”
As if I hadn’t already set my roots in her
Winding
Like strawberry vines
Around her muscles
Making their way
To her heart

Only to find out
That this was barren land
And nothing planted here
grew anymore.


She said “Good. Set your roots.”
As if she hadn’t already set her roots in me.
Winding
Like bindweed
Around my
Prefrontal cortex
Too fast
To contain

My sanity
Overgrown with her
As I try
To set her on fire.

I still love this and am still eyeing that change there.

[Alex Ayres]

She said “Good. Set your roots.”
As if I hadn’t already set my roots in her
Winding
Like strawberry vines
Around her muscles
Making their way
To her heart

Only to find out
That this was barren land
And nothing planted here
grew anymore.


She said “Good. Set your roots.”
As if she hadn’t already set her roots in me.
Winding
Like bindweed
Around my
Prefrontal cortex
Too fast
To contain

My sanity
Overgrown with her
As I try
To set her on fire.

I still love this and am still eyeing that change there.

[Alex Ayres]

I lost you.
Three weeks ago, and today,
at the same time.
Even 6 months ago.

I’ve always lost you,
Never had you.

I knew it when I took the potato from your hand,
still wet from being washed
(my hands remember and become wet)
and said “I’ll peel it” and you stole it back,
“I’ve got it.”

6 months ago.

It happened officially when you were visiting your mother
in Switzerland.
Fabian, your childhood friend, was also visiting his mom,
but spent the entire two weeks in your childhood bedroom.

3 weeks ago.

You tell me as we’re sitting at Matt’s Red Rooster Inn,
and it’s busy, probably so I won’t make a scene (I’m prone to it, but this is already a scene.
It could be, at least). “I promise that I did love you, once,” you say and
I think I’ll always love you but say “I know. And I’m grateful for that time.”

Today.

6 months ago, 3 weeks ago, today. I’m experiencing all of this at the same time.

One day I’ll be old and moved off this seat but I’ll always be holding the potato, in your childhood bedroom, hearing “I promise that I did love you, once” all at the same time.

I lost you,
20 years from now,
6 months ago,
3 weeks ago,
today.

I never had you.