The Two-Headed Calf

Oh, my two-headed calf.
Your mother loves you all the same,
And will face twice the pain
When the morning comes.

When the sun will rise,
Your eyes will lose their light.
But, the night is young and finite.
So now, my beautiful abomination,
You see all the stars
Twice as bright
During this long night.

The only night.
Your only night.

All you know now is the joy of grazing on grass
And being so close to your mother.
It is all you know,
And all you will know,
My two-headed calf.

One of my current favourite poems is “Two-Headed Calf” by Laura Gilpin. Her poem served as inspiration for this one, and I credit her for the idea of the two-headed calf’s last night.

Under the Morning Star

I can hear the bells approaching –
Charon’s boat on a murky river
As he has come to take me away
To a place where there is no light
And only night
Remains
With my remains.

You ascend with the Valkyries
That take you to the sky –
Through clouds, rain and thunder.
But not before Cupid could shoot
An arrow through my heart,
Of which the tip is barbed
With flowers and stars.

The sun will arrive with its chariot
And the morning star
Will shine bright and guide
Us to each other, with all of us
That remains
After the long, long night.

Of course it’s all a tad dramatic,
But I truly am ecstatic
For every future memory
Of you and me,
And the house
That will always be.

No Point

You know, it’s not the same as it was.
Glares and stares –
No greetings shared
Between friends, an invitation
That comes hours too late.
Maybe it’s you,
Maybe it’s me,
Maybe this is the way
It’s meant to be.

What’s Inside

There is an empty chair over there.
It resides by your side. 
It is where I used to be
Before I set me free.
Or at least,
I thought I did.
But now, still, I bleed 
Red blood
Flowing from scars
That open 
The past and I look inside 
The chambers of my heart. 
There, my eyes can clearly see
The path I lead
And the content emptiness
Inside of me.

This was my 150th post on this blog. I am still so glad that I started this blog, and started sharing my love for poetry over three years ago now. One day I will hopefully publish a collection of my poetry, but for now I am focused on further developing myself and continuing to write more poetry. Thank you for everything.

The Tree in the Water

The fallen tree
Looks the happiest,
So bright and green
In the murky waters.

It’s the only one at rest,
The others try their best
To stand up tall and straight,
But this one knows that’s not the way.

Oh, the wisdom of this fallen tree
Makes me so happy,
And makes me wish that I could look that green
When I find myself in the water.

Footsteps in the Storm [Revised]

The sad sun hung sullenly in the sky,
From a glass thread, connected to the ground underneath my feet.
Grey clouds are scattered over the horizon,
A foreboding sign of what approaches.
I could hear the falling footsteps from time to time,
Crashing into the earth again and again
Before fading away.

But now the day has come
And as the footsteps draw near, the clouds follow suit,
Eagerly awaiting their release.

I hear the glass crack,
And there is one final footstep.
Briefly, there is no sound
Except my unsteady breath
As you stand in front of me.
My light that gave me so much life
All those sunsets ago.

The verdict has arrived.
I see a tear on your cheek, yearning for freedom,
Before it slowly rolls down.

It strikes the ground like thunder,
And the thread is shattered.
The clouds are released, and the wind howls louder than our cries,
And there is a breathless havoc of rain, thunder, hail, memories,
And the memories that were still to come
All whirling around us as we stand there in the eye of the storm
As we try to just

Breathe.

But… there is nothing to fear,
As the clouds disappear.

Our tears will dry as the sun begins to shine,
As once again your heart is yours
And my heart is mine.

A Happy Reflection

I am finally finding the man I want to be.
It is a feeling so free, to see it with my own eyes
As clear as ice, when it feels so right
That I can at last live life.
I can
Let go of my past and though it will haunt me at times
I know I’ll be fine because
I want me to just
Be happy.

I don’t need to wake up every day with a smile on my face,
Or to be in some eternal happy place
But I’m letting go of my ways and running my own race –
Chasing a dream that is only my own,
Building my own home where I will never be alone
With my demons, now that I have all these reasons
To redeem all the pain, and shame that will fade away.

I’m making myself a solid foundation, and it’s a new sensation
To have this focus on myself, and care about my health
When I didn’t know whether I would make it past my twelfth.
Now I’m twenty-one, and I’m someone that has already gone
Through experiences a-plenty, and even though there are times
When I feel so empty, the sun still shines on me
And I start to bloom, breathe, and open up
Like a flower – get the power to be free,
And become the man I want to be.

Painted Snow

Five red trails
In the white snow
On the mountain.

The signs of the predator,
That steals their innocence
And leaves them broken.

Those that wander off the path
Are set alight with his eternal flame,
So they may be the beacons of shame.

Oh, but he is so beautiful,
With his smooth and clean skin,
There is not a single sin on him.

Although, if you could see his soul
You would know –
He is the one that paints the snow.

Racking My Brain

Lying awake for hours on end
As it felt as if my legs were on the rack.
Though they stopped growing,
Why do the growing pains never end?

I lie, and I lie awake
With tears in my eyes –
Tears in my heart and it scars
As the stars
Look on in apathy.