Potential trigger warning: This poem may have references to acts of self-harm. An echo.That vibrates in a soundless roomThat nicks the wallsThat stains the tubThat crumples the sheetsBut leaves me aloneExcept for the scar on my cheekThe things I do to myselfI don’t know why. To check out more of Jo Kolar’s work, go here.
Originally published here. Blue fog, derived from the morning,Dancing alone in an orchard with the breeze,In a world torn with a hunt—a slow death for us all,Then don’t let us go then.We walk alone into the arterial landscape,Growing colder and older,Split into freedom, around us were roadsHungered and torn to the shaking of whorlsBetween fallen… Read More Walk Alone.
Blue fog, derived from the morning, Dancing alone in an orchard with the breeze, In a world torn with a hunt—a slow death for us all, Then don’t let us go then. We walk alone into the arterial landscape… Read more here. You can also find more of my work here.
isolate the modernities carnations touch the wind, mocking them, like a cigarette in the abandoned sunlight, the entropy, monstering god-like shores fragmenting ends of the mind, traversing the watery rock for the sea, the mouth left behind from the cave, teeming with blood; the mountain defines the reflection in your eyes, where have you been?… Read More Modernities.
Rocks lay before the last thought and solipsism; Inside a frost stillness, decaying by the tree; Forbidden—the serpent’s blood betrays the bone fingers that lay upon stone. Feral. What happened? Illusory dreams are mere being. Devising a relent to emerge outside to the city, deprived of… Read More The last thought.
A leaf falls Into the monsoon shadows. I turn by the grazed branches Trembling by the dark windows Into the blustering Of frost and the muzzled crystals that lay Into the black linen on the ground. We are alone in the patters of wind, Hear; each turn of the rock, And see our hands Restless… Read More Ghost street.
Hidden in senses, we, alone, are disenchanted in the sleep blue mist, as an expanse of ghosts and dreams never had. Leave behind our minds, the dispensation of a white trance in the universe; leave behind the resinous trees secreting mist where no space is left. The shadows of our mind, displaced in amber, consumed… Read More Hidden.
I’ve laid alone, Upon the warmth of a sand sheet, The darkened tides rose again Thatched once with a glimmer And once to the lone sand As a dead fire to touch, To linger away, to wash the skin, That the wind was still and hushed Beyond the waters, beyond the evening Where the sky,… Read More I’ve Laid Alone.