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Rainer Maria Rilke, "The Prodigal Son." The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)

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We were together. I forget the rest.

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Doll

my heart on a platter

garnished with my every fear

it’s your approval, i’m after

slice the tissue, let it sear

just a doll of your making

branded sweetly with your name

golden smile when i’m breaking

dress me up, i look the same

…

call me a fantasy, a dream

a homemaker, in the flesh

though, i’m tearing at the seam

i’ll still follow your every request

…

made perfect with precision

just this promise, would you keep

yes, i know it’s your decision

but your words will help me sleep

say in earnest, you’ll stay put

for i miss you when you go

i would follow you on foot

but you’ve broken my every toe

stay with me, my lover

know you hold all the control

for i can offer to no other

without you, i’m null

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My Own Fallible God

Picturesque. Perfect. Unforgettable.

If someone had asked you to describe how you wanted your wedding day to go, you would tell them those three words, without hesitation. It was almost second nature at this point, as the day grew nearer. Those three words so daunting, so much to live up to—and yet you repeated them like a mantra, each and every time. Spoken aloud to assure yourself, to allow it to manifest into your reality. Believing in them, if nothing else.

Picturesque. Perfect. Unforgettable.

A week before the special day, you were struggling more than you had in the past few months. There was something gnawing at you, a dark feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t place it, nor were you spared any time to ponder on it. Busied with final touches leading up to the big date on your calendar—decorated with small hearts and glittery letters—you barely had any time for yourself. When you did have a few moments of quiet—most times, in the privacy of a restroom or the few minutes you had before passing out in your own bed from exhaustion—you simply regarded the feeling in your gut as nerves. You were sure your partner was feeling the same, though, you refrained from asking—not wanting to worry them in the few moments of peace the two of you had alone.

It was just jitters, you told yourself. It’s gonna be fine.

However, the day before the wedding, the feeling had seemingly come to a peak. The aching in your gut, once numbed with enough distractions or pain medications, was now spreading to the rest of your body.

You woke up that morning shaking, every limb lit up like a live wire. Your hands trembled as you rubbed away the stinging in your eyes. Just a bad dream, you assumed. Though, try as you might, you couldn’t recall any defining details. The last thing you could remember was the iciness you felt. It was as though someone had poured a bucket of ice water over your sleeping form, the cool liquid penetrating your bones and chilling you from the inside.

In the dim light of the room—the sun just barely peaking over the horizon—you looked down at your night clothes. There was nothing out of place, no dampness to be found on you or the bedding. Still, you couldn’t shake away the pure ice running through your veins. Your eyes wandered over to the form laying beside you, peacefully unaware of your gaze. The thoughts that had once filled your anxious mind disappeared for a moment, as you observed how the rising sun touched your lover’s skin. How the warm hues highlighted their lax figure; Defining their imperfections, whilst bathing them in a picturesque light. The gleam on their skin beckoned you forth, to seek comfort in their warmth. Yet, you held back from burrowing yourself into the safety of their arms. Guilt forbid you from sinking into them, from allowing yourself to disturb their calm with your inner turmoil. You couldn’t understand why your body was telling you to pull away, physically denying you of someone you had always found solace in.

Your mind whirling with incomplete—yet, just as suffocating—thoughts, you accepted that falling back asleep was no longer an option. So, you rose from bed to wash up, mentally planning out your morning as you made your way to the bathroom. Before closing the door, you spared one last glance back at your partner. Still deep in slumber, you could now see a small crease in their brow, paired with slightly downturned lips. Your heart aches in your chest, as you watch their hand unconsciously reach towards your side of the bed. The band adorning their finger glitters in the light, sending you a nonverbal promise. A small smile graces your face as you enter the shower, the feeling in your gut stagnant for just a moment—but still ever-present.

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Ghosts of the past

(the ones who define us, will always find us)

the descent from grace

the lives it takes

to build a home

in heaven

tears leave streaks

on the window pane

peering into what once was

must they look in vain

they cannot touch the glass

but still they wait

disheveled hair,

with eyes concealed

they look back at you

you cannot recognize them,

can you?

still, what do you see,

as you look forth?

is it a vision of an angel?

is it everything you imagined?

does the halo shine, like they say?

to the eye, is it daunting?

or do the markings on their wings

fill you with a sense of haunting?

dreary feathers

ripped to shreds

ends dipped in distain

with bouts of dread

these tattered wings

seared by mistakes

weighted down

with every step they take

…

once an angel,

who fell from grace.

how could you love

someone so disgraced?

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memories, memories

call me by the name

you used when we were young.

i know i’ve change but…

with ponytails and wide eyes

you held my hand

and bid goodbye

it was just like any other day.

we were so brief, unknowing

with the last words we would say.

now i look back, i see a rosier time.

when i was yours,

and you were mine.

a story forgotten with age.

though, now i can see

a passage hidden in the last page.

addressed to me, in chalky paste.

with misspelled words,

written in childish haste.

“you won’t remember my face,

but the way i made you feel.

please, remember this place.

(it was real, i was real)”

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before you leave

look at yourself,

your reflection

everything in between

just for a moment

memorize it,

keep this image safe

look now,

how your hair falls

those tiny strands

that make your eyes itch

your matted hair,

tangled by hands

touched and tainted

tugged and worn

look now,

at the gleam in your eyes

as they swim in the nighttime

the ring of color they hold onto

like a life-raft, as they sink

deep, deep, deeper

into the abyss

swallowed up, held captive

hints of lust

hidden in plain sight

drunk on your emotion,

your shame shows in your eyes

look now, so closely

at the petals beneath your nose

once rosy, so sweet

now bitten red, disturbed

teethmarks left behind

they no longer press against you

still you feel them

not tender, nor sweet

not loving, but warm

warm enough to burn you

to make you forget

still their marks remind you

(was it worth it?)

the pressure will stay

branded on your lips

wipe as you may,

the weight cannot leave you

it will always be there

but only you will remember

only you can still see them

even as they fade

(always, always, always)

look now, one last time

do you recognize yourself?

do these features,

oh so familiar,

ring any bells?

or that space you fill,

was it meant for you?

was it worth it in the end?

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bury me with the words i’ll never say

i’ve knelt down before you

with a cross chained to my neck

calling out for mercy,

for help, for understanding

but i believed, from whispers in my ears

that you didn’t hear me

as i pleaded, as i prayed

still i believed you, i stayed

held strong, held down

fear surrounded me

but still i looked to you

a vision, a wish

a savior without a face

without a body, one to ground me

smalls hands cupped my mouth

as i whispered, so soft

words only you could hear:

“please father, forgive me,

i’m only a child.

please keep me in your heart,

lead me as you will.

follow me even as i stray,

love me even as i change.”

my hands are longer now,

still i speak to you.

i can only hope you’re still listening

please stay by my side

even as i wander, even as i doubt

you’re all i’ve known

please don’t abandon me now

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-

there was once a time,

when i knew you.

i knew your words,

the way you spoke:

with passion,

with humor,

with love,

with shame.

i knew the way you wrote,

with unbridled honesty.

making even the simplest statements

read like a page of your diary.

you tore into wounds

that have yet to heal,

and bled into every word.

and every drop left behind a mark,

a piece of you attached to it.

each new mark smaller than the last,

until the day you bled yourself dry.

it was inevitable, it seems,

that a time would come

where there would be no words left to say.

because what other profound points

could you make out of your pain?

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Tuned out

so close to the tv screen

i think my eyes are melting

into the blues and green

buzzing shakes my corneas

while static licks my fingers

needles poke around my brain

i’ve close my eyes,

but they still linger

so i reach out,

to the hand that beckons me

where i can see myself in everyone

but they don’t look like me

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the script is blotted

with words unclear

the lights are flickering

corners are dimming

the subtitles say

“please, oh please

don’t leave us, not yet

not before the finale can begin”

even when the curtains close

and the screen goes black as night

i can still hear them speak

just to me, calling my name

when i’m awake

when i’m asleep

am i in too deep?

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Petals for You

dear, oh dear,

what ever did i find

your finger’s on the trigger

but you’ve already blown my mind

doctor said it’s terminal

the timer’s ticking in distress

counting down with every second

look at the hole inside my chest

do you see darkness

ever so vast?

or do you see warmth

that wasn’t built to last?

look at me close

look in my eyes

do you see shining stars?

can you feel the butterflies?

do you feel anything at all?

or have you taken all i got?

you plucked the strings

within my heart

while still leaving me to rot

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petals clog my throat now

i wish to tell you i’m alright

but i’m spilling out my guts

oh dear, what a sight

am i pretty enough now,

resting in the garden of my own?

would you settle here with me,

so we could finally build a home?

you cannot, you say

it’s much too late

for now, i’m wilting alone

oh dear, this must be fate

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Mirrors

I lost a part of myself.

the part you knew,

the person you could talk to.

The one you could understand,

but couldn’t love.

You could only imagine it,

could only imagine them.

Even as you look,

deep into my eyes,

as deep as you can go;

nearing the pit of my soul.

Even as you hear the words I speak;

the tone I hold, ever changing.

To fit you,

to stick to you like glue.

Under the surface, beneath it all,

inside the fractured skin,

is just a reflection;

it’s yourself looking back.

A mirror in the shape of a person,

though, not my own.

I lost the piece of me

that could reflect you.

It could mirror what you say,

what you do,

how you feel.

In doing so, I’ve lost you as well.

I didn’t mean to, you know.

But I couldn’t let you continue to care

for someone who doesn’t exist.

To adore, to know,

to love, and to cherish

someone who isn’t there.

Someone who doesn’t exist.

Not truly, not at all.

I’ve grown tired of reflecting you.

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Carry You With Me

I’d take all your baggage,

if you’d let me.

I’d halt the daggers

that reside in your head.

I’d even hold your hand

as it’s shaking,

and sleep on the floor

while you take my bed.

Won’t you let me hold your emotions?

Let me in without shame?

I’d weather through it anything,

just so you would stay the same.

With you, I’m alive.

Though, it’s hard you still try.

Please stay for a while,

even if a while is just tonight.

You could never burden me.

Not even a little,

not even if you tried.

I would even stay glued here,

in this same spot,

forever by your side.

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unrequited

Give and take.

Always so fragile,

so easy to break.

Melting down again

to fill the holes you’ve left;

reforming again, anew.

Take a piece of me with you.

I’m yours, I’ll say,

but it doesn’t feel that way.

Is this what it means to love?

To have been loved?

Is this what they tell me to dream of?

or have I given myself away

too much?

(You don’t have to love me,

it’s alright.

I’ll still reach for you

in the night,

like a forlorn lover.

While you lay in bed,

in the tight hold of another.)

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Stargazing

to see the stars with you

warmth emanating

touching each other

without movement

an environment undisturbed

untouched by spoken words

and unnecessary actions

still, i feel your gaze

steadily dragging across my face

past the curve of my lips

over the slope of my nose

into my eyes

still as they watch,

but they don’t look back at you

as they stare above

gazing into what i cannot fathom

an expanse i cannot grasp

feeling breathless

overwhelmed, but still so curious

under the stars that raised me

that watched me grow,

kept me company

a constant, a reminder

so unexplainable, yet so familiar

laying here, i watch them with you

in all their light, all their beauty

in hopes, you’ll look into them

and see part of me too

but you’re not looking,

are you?

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Broken Clock

every reflection knows your face

every trick of the light is shaped like you

every star in the sky spells your name

every song is written about you

it’s like you never left

but the picture is incomplete

there’s a cold spot

where you used to stand

there’s still an empty chair

on your side of the table

your clothes are sat in your closet

collecting dust, untouched

your favorite shirt still smells like you

but it’s fainter now

the books on your shelf

can hardly remember your touch

or the weight of your hands

still they hold your place

waiting to pick up where you left off

time is still frozen inside your home

as life moves on outside it

with every passing day

every changing season

the memories of you become dated

your favorite cds are unplayable

there’s pictures of you, lost with time

every day makes it harder to reach you

to understand who you were

why you felt the way you did

if there was any way to change your course

would you have taken it?

a certain helplessness settles in

when time comes to acknowledge

what has been done

can never be changed

nor altered, in any way

you cannot reset time

or start again, once more

so you��re forced to move forward

while your soul,

and every piece of your being

is stuck in the past

latching onto what was

and what could no longer be

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