Author: poetryfest

The sea
It is a beautiful palace
Filled with vivid life
Bursting at the seams with hues
We humans can’t even recreate if we tried
Sparkling zebrafish squads
Nautical jewelry
Being snatched up by apex beasts
That want sparkle that is theirs
Exclusively theirs.

Waves break against the shore
Thrashing to obliterate unknown bonds
Hauling seaweed, human waste, shattered shells
Onto the messy sand
Freezing water
Jellies filled to the brim with toxins
Primed and waiting to quietly
Kill a man
Slowly from the inside out.

Surfing is full of instability
As crashing fronts
Yawning onyx mouths of liquid
And harsh winds kissing bony backs
Rip wounds into unclad skin
Hazy moors of cobalt jarring strong human forms
Into submission.

The depths full of possible horrors
But gorgeous too
Even with the deep blob sculpins
Squid
Viperfish
Lurking in the depths
Hoping for bites
Of sweet, tender flesh
To quench their covetous hunger
Jowls full of teeth

Fixed to munch on yowling victims
Stupid enough to try to flee
Fish oozing gore into the murky night
While toxins seep into their flesh.

As if illustrated by artists
The high seas are caressed by color
Pulses of it race through the water like
Disco lights
Glows from majestic majesties
Quickly pulse through the water
As they throw vapors through the air
Bursts of hue billow upwards to the clouds
Emulate axolotls due to their variety
Zephyrs like brushes across the cobalt sky.

under the girder,
under the upstairs
neighbor’s foot,
the dust, and blood;

away,
away,
away,
the dark cold.

A tiny angel emerged from me
Reflections of dark eyes
Gazing in wonderment
A soul awake
A deep perception
All too knowing

A bond formed without words
Reading my inner thoughts
We spoke in silence
My rock
My anchor
The calm in the storm

Now it is you on uneven ground
Truth shaking in your palms
Out and proud
Beautiful and brave
Worthy of your identity

In turn I stand
A foundation to lean on
Steady and unwavering
Always my son
My savior

My garden speaks to me
in birds that visit there:
The crows, and doves,
the hummingbirds
that stand still in the air.

She says, “O vivid green!”
And whispers, “wind through leaves.”
I strain to get her meaning
As I sit beneath the eaves.

Beginning in the nighttime,
Before it’s even dawn
She tells me of her day
Till the sun’s across the lawn.

She mentions the mosquitos
And the squirrels who’re planting oaks
She has a sense of humor
And she likes these little jokes.

There’s nothing wild about her
She’s very civilized
With geometric hedges,
She’s my spot of Versaille.

We both are fond of Order –
Hers is very stable
That’s more than I can do –
Admiring hers is what I’m able..

you tell me you love me—
you love me so much.
enough to break walls and shatter windows.
your love is the kind that lights fires.

you don’t want me by your side, but under your foot.
you don’t want to hear my name out of her mouth
or you will choke me for it.

how am i supposed to tell you
what i’m thinking
and you say be honest
when you want to put your words on
the back of my tongue
and have me regurgitate them.

do you know that love
is not akin to benevolence
or your loving violence?

do you know that love
is not akin to the possessive
claim of a kindergartner
on a bus seat?

you say history. i say rotten.

i say fear. you say loyal.

you say sorry. you say it next time too.

after you put your fist down my throat
and tell me to swallow,
you ask me why
i hate you.

My seasonal allergies are flaring up
I never had them until this year
Last September was when it started

The pollen doesn’t bother me
But the sweater you loved makes me sneeze
The last time I wore it was the night you came over for dinner

I don’t notice the dust mites
But the songs we loved give me a headache
Childish Gambino is off limits for now

The doctor said it might be the dust spores
But I see you everywhere in the fall
Remembering how I loved you makes me tired

I’m not sure why
But I get teary eyes when I drive past your street
I only miss you in September

i. Dust-Filled Afternoon
The rain has finally stopped. Yet, something inexplicably unsettling lingers beneath the surface—
a perplexing feeling. It started one afternoon long ago, this persistent, unshakable dread. Like
autumn arriving, leaves turning into rainwater, I worry that stepping on them will lead only to
emptiness, afraid to tread firmly. My hands feel utterly listless. I turn my head and glance
askance. The reflection in the mirror is hard to accept. I look away, and just like that, no evidence
remains.

ii. Mirror
A wild boar that escaped the pigsty digs at the dirt with its snout. I heard something happened
down south, and the north has begun to snow. In the heart of the forest, the boar digs its hole.
The moment I turn off the light, this boar—suddenly leaps into my mind, digging. You close your
eyes, yet you sense it: in the heart of the forest, a wild boar is digging a hole.
Even when we become two stones leaning against one another, breathing the air that rises
around us, the image of the boar digging remains.

iii. This Century
Modern cities have no walls; I am someone who lives in a modern city. Yet, in the end, the city
gives birth to new walls. Ports with walls resemble dragons with broken wings. Jade is still buried
beneath the earth, but its surface is coated with a layer of dust, ash sifted down by city dwellers.
People upon the walls wait for the jade below. Suddenly falling silent, like clouds sealing their
lips. A dragon flies among the clouds, new walls. They block the clouds outside the city.

iv. Lotus Blossoms
I stand on the stone tiles by the lake. A wild duck swims out from behind the lotus leaves. Pink
and white blend together. Back in summer, or perhaps it was spring, the blossoms came to life. I
stand on the shore watching the flowers, but my thoughts can’t settle on them. My eyes seem to
see the blossoms, yet the image is unclear. My stomach is empty, though I’m not conscious of
the hunger. I walk on, hollow, not knowing where I’m going. Everyone else seems to have a
destination. I can only watch from the sidelines, wander aimlessly, with no idea of the
destination. The wild duck, deep within the lotus leaves—I still don’t know where to go.

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Voice Over by Val Cole

——-
POEM:

There is no particular sound
that rustles through the trees,
different from the music
we listen to.
different than the sounds
our hearts are used to.
Your hands grab and hold me
like I have somewhere
better to be,
fingers interwoven
against the middle
of my back,
like tiny branches,
like this is where you
planned to be,
settling deeper
into my chest.

I press my lips to your forehead,
a place filled with dark honey
surrounded by mahogany oak,
where dreams sit and they soak
until they are sticky and ripe.

I kiss you like
the night has no end,
like your bones have endless marrow,
like there isn’t another you.
Your arms are still.
Your lips say nothing.
There is no particular sound
that rustles through the trees,
no different than how
my heartbeat
thumps against yours.

Voice Over by Val Cole

—–

POEM:

Impossible.

And yet, quite real.

No power, no barrier relevant
when eyes lock
and deep waters move

with landscapes ever-changing,
fortunes good and none.
The candle never to fall

or flicker.

Impossible.

And yet, rooms with light
and music.

Smell of books,
and rain.

Coffee at riverside.
Wool bundle
and cloudless noon.

Impossible.

And yet, vaults and lakes
aglow.

Drunk in the dimensional mountain air,
with a fireplace to laugh,
to cry.

Worlds ripped from anchors
and set to sail
on perfect wind.

Impossible.

And yet, not.

And yet,

not.

Voice Over by Val Cole

——
POEM:

Tick, tap, tick, tap, tick, tap…,
What is that I hear,
…Tap, tick, tap, tick, tap, tick.

People eyeing me for no reason,
To feel implemented is an atrocity,
A passion had forgotten my presence.

Do I belong to their world,
Can they see how dispirited I am,
Or is it they see me as a menace?

What do they know about interaction,
One stares right in front to bring me life,
Pearl would always look at me gently.

Pearl is my only friend,
Does not leave or judge,
Couldn’t think of harsh labeling.

Pearl knows me well,
With one deep cave into nowhere,
A place of nowhere is my own comfort.

It’s me and Pearl, chair and chair, residual and love,
Kiss, kiss, kiss,
Pearl still loves me.

Tick, tap, tick, tap, tick, tap…,
Paranoia follows me everywhere,
…Tap, tick, tap, tick, tap, tick.

No contact of any person,
They see me as a muddle,
Rather than see me as considerate.

Men want to mishandle me with feeling,
Women want to avoid me in hurting pleasure,
I can only bear with nothing.

Affection is a momentum,
If they knew what it means about concerning,
I know they can’t feel what Pearl could give.

Pearl allows me to feel her,
The way she is smooth,
How calm when glistening.

Pearl’s grip is heavy,
But protective of me,
Being important as a fond.

It’s me and Pearl, chair and chair, residual and love,
Kiss, kiss, kiss,
Pearl still loves me.

Tick, tap, tick, tap, tick, tap…,
I can’t stand that sound,
…Tap, tick, tap, tick, tap, tick.

Why are they looking at me,
Am I an enemy,
Have I lost my balance.

Tick, tap, tick, tap, tick, tap…,
Is there any sanction for me,
…Tap, tick, tap, tick, tap, tick.

Please tell me, is no one helping me,
I’m not a dangerous man,
I’m confused why I live.

Tap, tick, tap, tick, tap, tick…,
Grieving… I can’t breathe,
…Tick, tap, tick, tap, tick, tap.

I love you, I don’t want to be alone,
You are my heart and my brain,
Shining for my choices of will.

Pearl do you hear me,
Why are you not responding,
Speak to me, SPEAK TO ME!

TAP, TICK, TICK, TAP, TAP, TAP…,
TICK, TAP, TAP, TAP, TICK, TICK…,
TAP, TAP, TICK, TAP, TICK, TAP!!!

…It’s me and Pearl… chair and table… residual and fate,
KISS,
Pearl has left me.