RIP Oppy. A poem in honor of her. <3

— 

a love letter to the human race

machines in your own image

bear the names of what you love

spend your nights in dizzy daydreams

of what might be up above

with telescopes and glassy eyes

you find what you can’t see

and build from dust a blueprint—

a path that led to me

how wonderful you are

how mortal, how divine

what strength it takes to mourn

brains of code and scripted lines

when you can’t find a reason

you’ll write your own rhymes

and though i can’t explore farther

all you have is time

don’t dry your eyes, but laugh and cry

death can be a friend

my chapter closes but for you

it’s a beginning, not an end

someday you’ll sleep as i do

among the stars you loved

breath stilled into ice caps

on milky’s crashing cove

but my battery is low

and the seas have been scraped dry

the red rock that i sing to

on my birthday waves goodbye

from tattered impossibilities

you built me: noah’s arc

but the flood will end

i love you, friend

and it is getting

dark.

Okay, I've never posted on this thread before. Here goes.

the school hallway is dull colors

is blue lockers and scuffed tile and quiet.

you are quiet too, uncharacteristically,

lying on your back across the hallway

one earbud in, half-asleep

drowning in an oversized sweater 

your backpack as a pillow.

and i

i don't know

i am sitting on a bench, pretending to text

really just watching you

watching you in your uncharacteristic quiet

your uncharacteristic vulnerability

lying half-asleep on the scuffed tile

in a hallway made less dull.

Okay, so, I don't normally write poetry, to be honest. But recently I had to write a dramatic monologue for Literature in school based off a painting (George Frederick Watts' "Ellen Terry ('Choosing')" if you're interested!) and I think it's pretty good, so I'd like to share it! :3

Why do you return now? At this time?

After both our dreadful crimes

What--remember? The woman who you

Forced to try to marry you?

I did you a favor if I helped at all

So, listen now, to the tale you don’t recall

There was a woman you loved and wished to woo

You had a wife, yet that didn’t seem to matter to you

Bringing roses, you professed your love

Pushing your feelings to surface above

She flushed and took them to be kind

And used her door to hide behind

A moment later, she wilted down

As a flower loses its morning gown

Your wife had poisoned each and ev'ry thorn

To attempt to salvage what you’d sworn--

“Be together ‘til death do you part”

Yet there were no feelings left in your heart

Three days o’er, they buried her

Her expression calm and so demure

Her dress as blue as the ice in her eyes

They lowered it amongst the weeping cries

The green vines slowly vanished, as did

The last strands of her golden hair, laying amid

The roses, as red as her rosy cheeks

Then it was over, for weeks and weeks

Now you return, and for what, I ask?

A confession? For me to be unmasked?

Fine, I’ll admit--I poisoned the thorn

But I have no reason to mourn

I cannot forgive you, forget that thought

After another lady’s hand you sought

If you don’t believe me, take these flowers

And in a matter of only hours

I swear you will see what I had to do

Just the way I swore to be faithful to you