Oldies and Lentils

I have a lot of poems from last year that I had been working on as a way to get out a lot of chronic thoughts, though they never really got to see much light or had a chance even to come to be anything substantial. I don't love these beginnings of possible poems, but having gone back to them many times over this last year I see a lot of skeletons that I believe have the potential to grow flesh. I've rearranged some words, discarded others, but still I don't know where I want these starts to end. Hopefully I'll get to work through them some more for this creative writing class, as I'd like to see what they could be (though I know that the majority of what I'll create will be more a mutant of thoughts than actual poetry). So far, I absolutely hate the first two stanzas of the first poem (that being said, I also don't like much of the other lines), but hey, figured they give me some place to start.




At the time I started writing these last year I was spending a lot of time listening to Daughter's music such as Human and Shallows. One day I would like to write something (poem, short story, novel) around the band's song Still as I'm obsessed with it 'still'. I think I'll be spending a lot of time listening to their music again when reworking these beginnings.

Nameless #1

Because it’s us who cry,

Remaining for days without

A set of the truest of blues

Drained of your essence

Believe me when I cry,

Remembering senseless memories

Always just in reach of red blood

Devoured in their mechanical parts

Broken like a fractured cross

Releasing the bone-cracking tremors

As you dissipate alongside white Time

“Don’t leave,” of his own yearning

Bear with us as we pray

Reasoning the mind-numbing injustice away

Alive in each minute of peach skin

Dragged out of our mangled, ragged chests

Nameless #2

I’m afraid that those languid blue lakes

will stare with startling familiarity

out of the unknown face of a common stranger

Torn from our lives as the bereaving machine

ate at your tenderhearted body

I’m afraid that those sacred morsels of flesh

that fed us a heedless jubilation

are lost to the consuming bosom of our Earth

Burnt into ashes as the

And yeah, that's about it :)