2024-01-04

poetry/l/la-somero-de-amo.txt

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+la somero de amo
+2016-06-12
+
+***
+
+they say that the end is coming sooner
+but the end is already here
+with lunatics standing with clapboards affixed to their chests
+and chaos in the school hallways
+
+it was the summer of '16
+we called it the summer of love
+because flowers grew from the gardens in our souls
+and bloomed to the everloving sky
+
+the only end that's closing around us soon
+is the end of the school year
+and that's already passed by uneventfully
+with a sizzle instead of a bang
+
+these next three months are a brown seed
+that I hold inside of my pale hands
+this could either be a summer of love
+or a summer of storms
+
+your choice
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/l/latch-or-perch.txt

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+Latch Or Perch
+2023-02-21
+
+***
+
+Anagrams, reshuffled words
+from letters even more absurd,
+given from runes in pain's wake
+when it's your time to menstruate.
+
+Bolting shock rips through your shoulder:
+you wanted me
+to be
+a bird,
+so I've decided here's my perch.
+You wanted me to protect
+you, so here I am, your very best friend,
+glamour of crow most intelligent,
+God-forbidden godsend.
+
+You're not bedridden,
+Lethe.
+You can leave
+this bed anytime you want.
+In fact, nothing in this moment
+stands in your way to prevent
+you from abandoning this nest.
+"Yeah, except
+for maybe
+the biological needs
+of this vessel I'm trapped
+in."
+Your body's too tense. Relax
+before you bring on another cramp.
+
+You did a good thing today,
+Lethe, although the recruiter might say
+differently.
+If you passed the test
+and the job offer accept,
+you're one step closer to being free
+of the Golden Cage.
+"I never thought I'd hear you praise
+being part of the world's rat race."
+I never said I liked
+anything about the 'daily grind'.
+I just want you to be able to take
+care of yourself
+until back in Sablade you're safe.
+But pray tell,
+Lethe,
+when asked to name a salary,
+why
+did you pick the lowest average you could find?
+
+You're worth more than numbers can quantify.
+
+The Veil I breached
+despite Deity's demands
+because I know no god could ever hold me back.
+Your grasp
+must exceed
+your reach,
+Lethe,
+as sure as around my heart you're latched.
+Either somebody out there will give way
+or time will run out and I'll bring you to Sablade.
+
+And who knows:
+if you name that number absurd,
+someone might just take you up on your word.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/l/lawliet.txt

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+Lawliet
+2023-02-17
+
+***
+
+Tore open the cysts on my breasts
+to harvest
+the red that flows and bleeds
+to feed
+to the runes,
+always hungry,
+so that I may plead:
+Jett, please
+survive
+this night
+unharmed
+alongside Algiz
+and Nauthiz.
+The only thing I truly need
+to fulfill
+my True Will
+is you.
+You told me "Jett plus Lethe
+forever", and that, you know, means *us*.
+I bled because
+I'm serious.
+Take from me
+as much energy
+as you please,
+runes, just let both of us survive
+whatever this threat is
+so we may both live long and happy lives.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/l/lovesmenot.txt

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+loves me not
+2020-12-10
+
+***
+
+yes, love blooms
+no matter the soil,
+but what is the point
+when you throw away my toil?
+
+I am a daisy pushing
+through sidewalk concrete's crack,
+but you ripped off my petals
+to divine if she loved you back
+
+this tattered body drifts
+discarded down the stream,
+while you walk away unaffected
+lost in lover's daydream
+
+I hold on for dear life
+to these seeds still in my chest,
+a promise of better life ahead,
+Goddess' behest
+
+and when the stream deposits me
+on the muddy shores,
+I will take root and try my best
+to bloom again once more
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/l/lumo-en-vivo.txt

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+lumo en vivo
+2019-02-13
+
+***
+
+wake up, child of fate!
+face the morning
+and the sun breaking over the horizon
+casting its rays over the virgin snow and defiled buildings
+
+Generation A turns their heads to the sky
+finding something unsaid yet all-known
+growth stubbornly pushing through the cracks
+freedom in restraint
+the land beneath our feet roils in sudden breath
+
+"in strange aeons, death will die":
+but now is strange- and now, even death has succumbed to death
+so let there be no more tombs!
+I live, and I live forever
+through these words, through these works
+
+although one day I may be confined to a coffin six feet below
+to the here and now:
+may my feet never fail me!
+may my body disintegrate before my dreams do!
+
+tomorrow will never come:
+today is all we have!
+and it is all we will ever have.
+no more waiting for better days that will never arrive;
+no more pining for pasts that never took place.
+no more self-sacrifices on the altar of time,
+in vain hopes of achieving the eternal and divine.
+I will carve my own path; I will choose my own fate!
+and if I go up in flames, it will be for the whole world to see!
+
+my name comes from no man or woman
+for what is a name but a word we agree on for a person?
+but I do not care for your agreement
+and I do not live for your validation.
+I say my name is Vane Vander.
+whether you choose to refer to me as such,
+that is your business
+and no matter which path you walk on
+it does not stop me from walking my own
+
+walking through the blue and the gold
+the new and the old
+two arches that stand in front of me
+where we used to play
+and give praise to our father
+but our father is gone, his temples and churches shattered
+and you stand beside me by the rubble
+sledgehammer in hand
+
+we raise our gazes to the sky
+together until the end, you and I!
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/l/luna.txt

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+Luna
+2019-10-26
+
+***
+
+a marathon runner, come close to the finish line
+thoughts full of impending victory
+mouth waters for cheap wine
+
+but the goalposts suddenly sprout feet
+and take up a race of their own
+all the while taunting defeat
+
+and the other runners catch up to where I scramble
+the goal post flickers back for a moment-
+and I trip, and underfoot I'm trampled
+
+left in the dust, a bruised and bloody mess
+stumbling forward, ragged beast on last leg
+struggling to regain a semblance
+
+of what I've lost.
+
+***
+
+I wait for you on the street corner
+light just as yellow as the note in my hand
+and as dim as the future of which I'm the owner
+
+the autumn breeze blows fierce against the bitter night sky
+and the leaves blow around
+vagrants passing by
+
+and then I see you there.
+
+a thousand different escapades sworn under the moon
+eyes of all colors, means of all kinds
+but never did I think my time would come so soon
+
+her hair is down
+a frame the color of her emotions
+a perpetual frown
+
+she smiles only for me.
+
+twin magnets, sudden embrace
+familiar scent as I breathe her in
+tongue tied, stumbling through unfamiliar grace
+
+she merely responds with a smirk and says,
+"here, take my hand.
+I know a way to start again."
+
+***
+
+how do you fit a person through a keyhole?
+it's easy, if only you know how.
+you break them down into pieces, strip out their soul
+and slip them in like a whisper, like breathing a sound
+
+the cords on the raft glisten in the moonlight
+as we tighten them one last time
+abandoning all at the banks, prepared for parents' fright
+I am forever yours, and you are mine
+
+and we set off down the river Styx
+lie down and watch the leaves on the surface spin
+silver and steady, glimmering Nyx
+consoling us for the mess we've found ourselves in
+
+forced to choose between tyrannical home
+and exile into the world to foray
+I cast myself out into lands unknown
+because I've decided it's not my time to decay
+
+***
+
+the tunnel entrance draws near
+and together we tangle ourselves
+my hand rests close to her ear
+
+fingertips, soft temple skin underneath
+where I would have gladly worshipped more
+gladly be a heathen
+
+clammy skin, lips bidding each other goodnight
+a shared pair of lungs, empty in wait for the other side
+we squeeze shut our eyes and pray for welcoming light
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/l/luna2.txt

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+Luna II
+2020-12-11
+
+***
+
+born from mother
+bourne out from mother
+expelled from warm womb
+into the arms of an icy tomb
+
+Luna, what I wouldn't do
+for just one more day with you
+
+knot our fingers
+not that which lingers
+at the end of sunset
+expectations unmet
+
+you and I deserved eternity
+a world without end, boundless, free
+
+ceil my rib cage
+seal inside the rage
+that spills forth from every gash
+beckons me to do something rash
+
+I'll build what the gods couldn't give
+a life only ours to live
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander