This is not a serious post, but a fun one. I am interested in the IEs you people spot in my poems. This also gives me an outlet to share them since I don't really have another outlet.
1/5 (this one is somewhat NSFW and may be a little uncomfortable, but it's symbolic)
depression
Before me unravels the expanse of life long-passed
Trees of brittle bone,
Blades of grass mere fibrous wilt,
the landscape a porous brane, oozing dreams
The sky spake unto me,
whispering breath, gasping for life
and all for me to be made of it was Despair,
and cling onto it I did,
But Despair latched back on to me
and left me dangling amidst my own black reflection
My mistress calls forth, Death be her name,
she beckons me to the place where wind hitherto weeps
A lake
of purity,
of clarity,
of still embrace
In the middle I lie
not afloat, nor adrift,
but bound by the water's kiss
beneath the lake's lips, an orchestra of hearts
yet heretofore beat
Death, my mistress, straddles me
Her skin warm, though unliving,
Yet is it unloving?
She gyrates unto.
I do not want this.
She breathes down my neck
Warmth
I do not want this.
She gyrates unto.
More
I do not want this.
She kisses my crest
Seared
I do not want this!
She gyrates unto
faster
I DO NOT WANT THIS!
Licks my lips
Ablaze!
She gyrates unto!
Vehemence!
My heart begins to hum
I can not want this
She bites my heart
Wassail
It palpitates ever fervently
Thump Thump
As do the many Hearts below
Thump Thump, Thump Thump
As Death drubs me with affection,
with arduous quake,
the hearts beat faster as does my own.
Thump Thump, Thump Thump
Thump Thump, Thump Thump
The lake begins to boil, the hearts begin to glow
THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP!
...I let go
What remained of the once-lived universe began to un-integrate
Lifeless matter picked apart and twirled around me in a swathing storm
My mistress and I were at the center,
the Eye.
It danced in symphony for nigh an Eternity
until it exhausted
And like a torrent, the universe spilled upward into Nowhere,
leaving me bare in God's infertile recess,
though my mistress was ever bright as Mourn
From my heart she fashioned circumstance,
a flower, pale chrysanthemum
From myself she birthed forgiveness,
a fetus, innocence
And she herself is wind,
ever flowing,
seeing naught but wishes and dreams as she pass.
My black reflection stared back unto itself
Shining naught but colorless light.
But as life ever vibrates,
it refracts
Into the pitch spurs life evermore
Singing in balladic harmony
It seeks stability and roil
of eternal fathom
----
A child untainted
plucks a dandelion from mother nature's loving hand
and the wind blows it away with grace
the child does not cry
It smiles
It giggles
marveling at the spectacle that is life