Hey there! I’m still taking some time off from fiction this week to give you all a little break from Rokkoh content. (But if you are clamoring for more Rokkoh stories, just let me know! I might have something up my sleeve…) This week, I wanted to share something a little outside my comfort zone: poetry. I’ve never thought myself a poet, preferring the style of prose instead. I haven’t ventured down this avenue much, only the obligatory school assignments and occasional experimental periods. But I have this piece I wrote awhile ago; I had planned on expanding it more, but I’ve come to love it how it is. Maybe you will too. It doesn’t have a title, because sometimes I struggle with those kinds of decisions. So enjoy!
Indulge. Indulge. Indulge again
Who cares? Nobody’s listening
Gotta have a good time
Clear the mind
No, I’m okay it’s all good I’m fine
I’m lying
Whatever.
Bedtime.
No bed of mine to find
Say goodbye, see ya in the sunshine
The door’s too loud as it closes behind
The world’s gone quiet
I don’t mind it
The roar of the engine fills the void
Need aspirin.
She used to sit there
Long car rides for the hell of it
We used to kiss here
Bring home a pizza and the car would smell if it
Her perfume is still in the air and I can’t tell if it’s
My mind going from the drink or despair
But the woman I loved used to sit right there
Now she doesn’t.
Blurry trees. Just the moon and my headlights.
Fuck tonight. Fuck every night.
Fuck the damages as long as I’m the only one in bandages
Shift gears, stomp the petal and scream
Shut my eyes so tight so I can’t see
Your bitter loathsome disgust for me
Do you fancy a miracle?
No broken bones, just bruises and lacerations
I don’t wanna die, just wanna get close
Tyler Gohde 