Shalyn Stachmus Poems
Outcry And Revolt
Sand disperses on the open line. Haunting eyes, with nothing to find. Nothing is left, and we're all alone. It's too hard to feel like this could be home.
I Found My Lungs On The Shelf
If what we're breathing in are the scents of sin, will it cause us all to choke? If in the very end we've not made amends, will we really lose all hope? I hope not. Even though I've been warned, I don't seem to care anymore.
Sleep And His Brother Death
I hate it when I'm awake. I think I'd rather be sleeping... Deep autumn's closed today, while the knell still mocks our weeping.
Terror only calls to make this last. But all it seems to do is cause the crash. The fight, the pall, no battle's been won. Now then, this war has just begun.
Until The Innocent Are Not Punished
Believed things would end how I wanted them to, But now I can't erase it, so what do I do? Had hoped things would change, perhaps fix themselves, too. But most times denial is better than truth.
I'll tell you a story of mountains and glory, but time will tell more. I could tell of the times, of the riches and crimes...
This twisted white vision persists to haunt me. It just won't leave me alone. The barred bright windows will forever taunt me. They just won't let me go home.
Where is the glue, that binds us all together? It's in our souls, so we can rise forever. Until we glow, our torches light the way. Until it's known that we can guide the strays.
From The Laundry Room
Sometimes I feel like a broken spoke on a wheel. Stronger parts
The Modality Of Evil
Hey, freedom, come back! Poor freedom turns black. Oh, freedom! Dear freedom! is under attack.
And the lights went out. They flickered, and flamed, And like love blew away, By the force of a listless evil.
Drowning in your gaze, air is not enough. You'll see. You'll see a monster breathing hot words from books. Just brittle, mangled tomes. Like me.
Trapped inside these big, bland walls, Dying to break out. Conflicted, desolate, afraid. Trying to reach out.
I love you like I did last week, And still dress myself so candidly. It's getting hard to slow the poison; Harder still to know the reasons.
Our plight of dark is cryptic somehow.
It cannot share. I wonder now:
Why are you so far away?
In the shadows of the moat,
You're swimming deeper. Downward. Home.
A perfect nightmare in the sea:
Star-crossed love too drowned to see.
It's like a globe full of shadows;
Full of potential no one knows.