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"as above, so below" poetry i write whilst i rot in class will be posted here

[boartheboard]

28/5/2025

>The perfect lie

I'm afraid that i am naked,

wide-eyed words to color winds;

I'm afraid my mind's not changing

I refuse to hear you sing.

A thousand days should meet an ending,

yet all those days rewind the same.

Your face in mind does twist in bending,

my soul shall not remember the name.

All pigment blew off, blackened lips

my body hot and blood enraging

a soul's child in torn tin bits

'cause I refuse to stay defending.

-poem by me

[boartheboard]

>Then was my neophyte by Dylan Thomas

Then was my neophyte,

Child in white blood bent on its knees

Under the bell of rocks,

Ducked in the twelve, disciple seas

The winder of the water-clocks

Calls a green day and night.

My sea hermaphrodite,

Snail of man in His ship of fires

That burn the bitten decks,

Knew all His horrible desires

The climber of the water sex

Calls the green rock of light.

Who in these labyrinths,

This tidethread and the lane of scales,

Twine in a moon-blown shell,

Escapes to the flat cities' sails

Furled on the fishes' house and hell,

Nor falls to His green myths?

Stretch the salt photographs,

The landscape grief, love in His oils

Mirror from man to whale

That the green child see like a grail

Through veil and fin and fire and coil

Time on the canvas paths.

He films my vanity.

Shot in the wind, by tilted arcs,

Over the water come

Children from homes and children's parks

Who speak on a finger and thumb.

And the masked, headless boy.

His reels and mystery

The winder of the clockwise screen

Wound like a ball of lakes

Then threw on that tide-hoisted screen

Love's image till my heartbone breaks

By a dramatic sea.

Who kills my history?

The year-hedged row is lame with flint,

Blunt scythe and water blade.

'Who could snap off the shapeless print

From your to-morrow-treading shade

With oracle for eye?'

Time kills me terribly.

'Time shall not murder you,' He said,

'Nor the green nought be hurt;

Who could hack out your unsucked heart,

O green and unborn and undead?'

I saw time murder me.

{a poem that's currently breathing and bleeding inside my head. i got the collins classic 'Dylan Thomas- selected poetry and prose' earlier this year and i've spent the entire schoolyear drinking this man's words like he's the only one born off of paper}

[boartheboard]

21/4/2026

By the glistening clear hued sea,

closing the road, a copper rail

my feet begging to flee

escape to boats, release the sails

Why should i stay here?

Every soul destined to fail

their oceans blood and beer,

my ache for saltwater prevails.

This, same balled sun,

cools my crave, past hits and stabs

i throw it on the run

it washes on the shore with crabs,

a city born to drown

and i was waving my own flag.

[boartheboard]

>The moon and my man

Almost unbelievable how different faith and fate have been to me,

And how arrogant the night is when I have a moon too,

My man, my soul saw a sunborn son

Hidden faith telling me late at night

That fantasies at times deserve to become truth.

These fantasies then would be fated

But my fate is free, my Lord

Shes blessed me all this life

When she guides my night and lights the moon

-not my moon, faith lights that one

Though, plaguing me

Why must my soul will to run the skyline

As he does strive for less?

Am I no moon?

Shot in the wind, hark in my chest,

Bewitch the stubborn daughter to rest

And my devotion, blind me

Afar I love, my moon, my soul

Remembers you.

The night I gaze for face,

Song of bird and wind shoots me,

I interrogate a question

What am I to you?

For if it's not too late:

You are not my lover; you are not my friend

Nothing and everything

Between fever and plague.

Patience and time laugh to slow me

Time and I are interlocked

When I saw the past, future I predict

She then made my before and thought my after

"Be patient, I suggest",

But now the end is nearing

And patience will drown me, my moon

Once you suffored the same

Awaited me forever,

Then I came too close, too soon.

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-poem written by me.