Lucidity

A slipping sonata of screams,
The breaking breeze of boiling blood,
An over-worked opus of odium,
Endure it all, to the very seams,
Endure it all for some selfish bliss,
Bliss I’ll never have, I never could.

An age of anonymous antipathy,
Underestimated umbrage of ‘us’,
A distant dream forever doomed,
I’ve learned to despise sympathy,
Endure it all for incipient love
I’m still enduring thus.

So carry my canorous cries,
Assuage my angry ache,
Save for me a superfluous sunrise,
Or just love me for God’s sake.

poem by Ella Veyes
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The House That Built Jack

Scorched white by the lowly hung sun,
Crouched underneath the low ceiling sky.
Could burn his fingerprints right off,
Could be his last underground loft.
There's trick draws and the walls are too dry,
The stairs don't go up, the roof doesn't tilt,
In the house that Jack built.

An architect of soil and ash,
He buried and burned what wouldn't build.
The house strong with mortar and bricks,
The home strong, strong as straw and sticks.
Warm if he's willing, weak as he's willed,
The bell can't ring and the flowers won't wilt,
In the house that Jack built.

There's phantoms in the furniture,
In the company of his own ghost.
Trade family for plastic house plants,
Trade your heart if the clock enchants.

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poem by Ella Veyes
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