Jacob is certainly a beginner in poetic expression, literary speaking. Loving the arts seems to come with a price, a type of price he’s willing to be indebted to. A vacant wallet perched on a dry pallete; the most recent addition to his masterful collection of contemporary art. Twenty-four years of age coincides, fittingly, alongside the conundrum of other debilitating notions in Jacob’s young mind. Growing pains keep him in good humour. If it hurts, it works (hopefully). That’s neither here nor there, but now an idea about how his thought process works may surface. Jacob enjoys all forms of poetry, but the current editorial disinterest (generally speaking) in rhyming poems is distasteful for him. He once said, “There’s something so eloquent and traditional about thoughts and words flowing into a rhythmic pulse.”.
Blue
I took a boat ride,
Just you and I.
Into the blue
And the rippling sky.
Knew not where I was going,
Only that I needed to leave.
Ushered by the current
With a bolstering breeze.
A vexed complexion
Of that swollen gray lid.
Starless night,
I transcended into it.
Swallowed the lump,
Leaving a vacant throat.
Lost that void
I never came to know.
Fasted eyes,
Taught how to see.
Inside the blue
Brought you to me.
Tamed Beast
Never felt more dismayed
Than waking up to an open cage.
No mate, no pride,
Nowhere to hide.
Land that screams.
Calling for me.
Forgotten the name
That guided my way.
Teeth that knew flesh.
Now I sleep with my catch.
A bitter taste
Of a once dreamt of place.
Soil I once knew
Now forever blue.
Wishes that were once unsaid
Have walked from my head.
Bear not this reality
That has taken ahold of me.
Can’t savor with eyes
What must be left behind.
I will never again be free
Without chains on my feet.
To fly among the clouds
Would make these wings proud.
I won’t soar above the sea
Without you controlling me.
Losing my only direction.
No longer your greatest weapon.
Being part of your circus
Gave untamed life purpose.
Your beastly muse,
Now of no use.
Conformed to your ways.
Enjoyed all the pain.
The moons kiss won’t help
How you freeing me felt.
I’ll grow back my wings and horns
To once again be adored.
Loving you has made me bleed.
You lost taste in this beast.