Xanadu
 

One must Imagine Sisyphus happy— As he gazes down at the base of His torture, stares into his abyss, his Fate stares back—and he feels the ceaseless piercing Of earthen shale beneath his barren feet—and the fire in his Fibers ignited from his toil, one can only imagine a man who Lives— Rejecting suicide—a man forward-facing Fate—surrendering to the world. One must imagine the Fool Who calls the afterlife of Sisyphus One of meaning— (could anyone define the word at all!) What,

Initially I was planning on writing a poem About my backpack being my Sisyphean burden. But, I have come to realize that this assignment, Is my Sisyphean burden. Thinking, brainstorming, writing All the way up the mountain with the completion of a poem in sight. Meticulously making allusions and alliteration and injecting imagery into the work Until I’m close to the end. Then the doubts dance into my head And the bashing of backspace begins. Every tap of the key taunting me a

That life had a purpose for me. That all the Damage it’s given me It made me stronger. I was a vase that broke And put back together again. Even more beautiful than before. I kept searching for that purpose, But I found nothing. Then I kept searching— I found nothing. And then I kept searching And still— nothing. I thought past all that nothing There had to be something, But there was nothing. All the Damage done to me wasn’t Good Damage, It was just damage, And I’m stronger

I think I skulled of you last night. We were in my room when you thought I said I love you. Your teeth became blurred together. I couldn't quite remember what they looked like, but I knew it wasnt that. We swapped spit and blood and drank venom under dun light. At one point I had even tried to climb up into your ear. When you rest, can you see me behind your eyes, too? Suffocating your brain with my flesh, whispering odes to your heart? … I think I skulled of you last night A

Landbound Overwhelmed by the large world that surrounds me. Sixty foot oak trees that I will never sit upon— Forever attached to the ground Where dangers lurk around every corner. A creeping cat, ready to pounce. Unable to escape. Unable to feel the freedom of soaring through the sky Where there’s nothing but soft welcoming clouds as far as the eye can see. Upon the arrival of winter, Snow begins to fall and the world freezes over. My family— able to escape, Leaving me behind

Why do you truss that lonely road with the twisted lines across the chasm nobody knows about. Over jagged rocks and earthen spikes. It puts its faith in you to ensure a safe passage. Cables at full tension steel bellowing loudly, but yet you still hold your shape. The support you provide great in magnitude yet unnoticed by many. Whatever the case, don’t take it for granted because after all, each of us needs a truss to support life’s bridges.

Deceiving from a distance– Illusions of an iceberg, while the wind recklessly whips me, withering away at my worth. Appearing as a broad, absent airport– At which I wish to refill my will to love. Hopes of the hovering giant handing out helpings, hiding her hindrances. Critically constructed criticism is confined to my conscience, imitating an intuitive ignorance, I infringe on my own instinctive intellect. Tumbling towards your treeless trails, my senses simulating a soft, s

A long beaten string of day, a dedication to exploitation, and you see it all, feel it all with me you take it wonderfully— for what pleasure do I owe you to be able to feel so deeply. As you descend back and recline, you revisit all my broken memories, my pain and trauma feel as disposable to me as I to you. Your gray whiskey stained nature has gotten me through and out of eternities in hell, yet I take advantage of your kindness—I’ve corrupted your mercy. In front of me now

I am black holed. Asteroids, comets, and meteors shoot past me. Constellations connect beautifully through the orbiting planets. My insignificance becomes apparent when the enormous milky way galaxy is noticed. My world is dark—silent stillness prevails as the colorful flashing solar system dances around me.

You earbudded me. I was there when he wasn’t, but you go back to him like you’re on repeat. You used me to change your mood, to distract you or to drown others out. My words are a broken record, looping in your head but you refuse to listen. You never cared, you just hit play.