Clouds

Clouds

As I sink
through the
depths of
your bones
I sing, for

they blossom
and ring, with
vines and spires
atop ancient
cathedrals.

                      The
gargoyles grin
and I laugh
for the glass
shines in dust.

But where are
you now, as
I soar? The
clouds blind
me. 

What I like: The poem is both literal and figurative, though I won't tell you what I think it means because I believe it ruins the effect. However, it's one of the few poems I wrote with a meaning in mind, with a specific feeling which I was attempting to achieve.  I also find the shape aesthetically pleasing.

What I dislike: I find it a bit cliche at some points, and I have no sympathy for cliche whatsoever. Perhaps I'll rework it a bit to avoid such occurrences.  

What do you like and dislike about this poem or poetry in general? 

What does it mean to you?

Dear Ed, I Hate You

I was recently inspired by slam poetry, and therefore decided to just let the words flow. Feel free to - and please - submit responses, editing, suggestions, etc. Here's what came from free thought and little editing:


I hate you.
Your promises squeeze
at my life, my blood,
and gnaw my soul, before
digesting it in rotting
acrid acid and lustful lies.

I hate you
My love, my dear,
I'd never leave you.
You protect me -
from life and reality
and keep me safe in
my anorexic box of
starvation and mutilation
until I disappear: a
wisp of a soul, taught
skin and loose hair.

I hate you
for all you have
harmed and tortured with
peanut butter and lettuce,
and yet equally with
love and adventure;
for fucking with
our minds and stomachs and hearts;
for killing us.

I hate you.
I refuse to be so,
so jailed and celled
and perfect and compact.
I refuse to be
safe and secure,
restful and asleep, while
stars blaze and spin in
white heat.
I refuse.

Because I hate you.

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My name is Kirsten and I'm a student living in the suburbs of Chicago. I'm a poet, musician, photographer and thinker who struggles with an eating disorder. I refuse to allow my "problems" define me. My posts will cover everything from my issues to writing and readings and current events. Thanks and happy reading!


The requiem of
incense and wine
suffocates and
blinds with white
and awaits joy
as the chorus
sings lies.