Emrys Ajax

An exploration of the horrors and wonders of this plane of existence (among others) | they/them | 17 https://linktr.ee/emrys.ajax Second account; @ego-sum-ex-altiora

[the-anthologist]

Starstruck

Planetarium gift shop stars on my ceiling A light and fluttery sort of feeling Head in the clouds, feet on Mars Let my suffering fade to scars

Planetarium gift shop stars in your eyes Constellations that could fill a hundred skies You've left me floating, lost in space Freed me from this dreadful place

Planetarium gift shop stars in my vision You've drawn me in with expert precision Fly me to space, land on the moon I'll eagerly wait to see you soon

[the-anthologist]

Biological Disaster

I would break each of my ribs to make room for you in my heart Plant flowers in the wreckage, make it into a work of art There's poetry in my veins, words instead of blood You came along and tore me open, bringing on a flood

There's dust and shadows in my corners, but light beyond my eyes A dread throughout my body, spanning further than the skies But you make the darkness comforting, make the rain less dissonant And make the never-ending sky feel not so uncomfortably infinite

You dust the cobwebs between my bones, dry my eyes of tears An attempt to clean me of my filthy, culmination over years Skeletons in my closest, hearts beneath my floor And still you let me come inside when I knocked upon your door

[the-anthologist]

Mirror Image

Dear child, let the world fill you with unease The world's a dangerous place for us, it won't hear our pleas Dear child, accept the dread that chills you to the bone When you look me in the eyes, and it seems I've turned to stone

Dear child, do not stop the droplets from your eyes I'd rather you spill tears than blood, else it be your demise Dear child, please stay fearful of the dark Stay out of the shadows, or risk bearing the devil's mark

Dear child, will seeing me release your screams? I am a grotesque creature, from only your darkest dreams Dear child, look deep into the eyes of fate Promise you'll stop being afraid, before it's too late

Dear child, does the dead stare in the mirror make you afraid? I promise these eyes love you, so please try to be brave Dear child, you always were scared of the undead But my bones were once yours, not those hiding under our bed

[thoughts-of-a-caterpillar]

Child, oh child,

Am I raising you well?

Do you like it when I wrap you with heavy blankets and soft pillows?

I'm sorry I don't bathe you often enough.

I'm sorry I don't feed you on time.

But, please understand, it was what I used to get in my days.

I love you, though it wasn't something I got.

Is that enough?

For me, it was the only thing lacking.

Voiceless child,

I hear your cries.

I hear your pleas.

I try to help.

Sightless child,

I'll be your eyes.

I'll tell you what is

wrong and right.

Overhearing child,

I'll cover your ears.

So you do not hear

what your father says.

Broken child,

I will love you.

Crying child,

I will hug you.

Lonely child,

I will try,

try to heal you, try to raise you.

Even if you exist

In a mirror only.

[the-anthologist]

this continues to be one of my favourite poems and it's written by a stranger on the internet

[the-anthologist]

Park Sloth

Laying in the park to let the earth take me Slowing breaths, hands finally stop shaking Is it wrong to wish for this forever To wish for myself and the ground to bind together

Will my body be replaced by grass and clovers Unaware of other park-goers As into the ground I slowly start sinking Becoming one with the dirt, still and unblinking

The fear of this ending has me immobilised My vision of clouds becomes almost polarised I feel myself beginning to forget But I don't have even an ounce of regret

I want to stay here while I slowly decay While memories of myself fade away Lay myself to rest, looking up at the sky Don't hold my hand, try not to cry