A Poem by anamezic

Ethereal rabbit fur coat

Wrapped gently about your shoulders before

Your shoulders folded in on themselves

And your hair was all translucent gold

Shining like the heart of the void that

Touched your pupils and clung;

A plague.


Gone were the days of your childish lilt

Lost to pathways of a labyrinthine imagination

You ingénue

You forest of a woman

Leaving men half-cocked, trapped

In the penumbra of your mother’s, mother’s nose

You are petrichor in the depths of chapels in Venice

Where you saw the mummified saint

Smaller than you were

that seeded the skepticism

you nurture still;

a miracle in the pocket of your

iron will.

That is why he notices your lithe limbs

When they

Pause with some inexplicably graceful motion

Whist reading a novel you’re only half paying attention to

And that is why the scintilla is always enough

Busting up into micro-fireworks all across his brain and chest and genitals

Like vestigial hopefulness

At the end of it all

And then, and so on, and so forth

I guess.

© 2013 anamezic

Author's Note

the closest thing I'll ever write to an autobiography. also, a picture of me

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Like vestigial hopefulness
At the end of it all
And then, and so on, and so forth
I guess.

Your whole poetry took me into a different world of your illusions and deep inside your mind, very few can write in such a manner as you do. Respect

Posted 4 Years Ago

'a miracle in the pocket of your
iron will.'

Very nice..

Posted 4 Years Ago

Beautifully written. It's very Sylvia Plath-like. Favourited.

Posted 4 Years Ago

' Like vestigial hopefulness ~ At the end of it all ~ And then, and so on, and so forth ~ I guess.'

What a journey of words, great vocabulary; scenes set with veiled atmosphere. You see more than you actually write. for tho you only give clues rather than precise description, this is amazingly beguiling, tempting. Could be a synopsis of book or film .

Posted 5 Years Ago

Some words come falling, they trip and tumble deeply deeper in to the recesses and 'labyrinthine pathways' of my mind. A biographical movie of some lethargic lexicon I directed through lines read under lights that made the mood clear. I'm very impressed, by the flow, vocabulary and lines that reveal imagination.

Posted 5 Years Ago

I feel like I can learn a lot from you as an aspiring writer. I'm more interested in writing books than poetry but I try to utilize practice in all areas. Anyway, I digress.

Your piece was so beautiful and intricate yet at the same time there's this very casual air to the whole thing. It's elegant and careful but the ending was very raw for me. I think it's wonderful how you were able to integrate all these different elements.

Something about your writing reminds me of Plath's work.

Posted 5 Years Ago

May I consider this piece as the prelude to a celebrated autobiography?
Enjoyed the craftsmanship strewn across the golden piece.

Posted 5 Years Ago

Often sadness of ourselves is a strength that we have little form to realize. We all see ourselves as something other than what we are, we are critical with our looks and our ways, yet others find our beauty and itelligence striking. Sometimes we refuse to accept what we see in the mirror and far beyond the mirror and sometimes that is a good thing, whether we realize it or not.

This poem touched me, I felt it, I sensed it breathing and saw its beauty. There was a deep sadness forming here, though the sunlight of the truth came shining through brightly. Very nice.

Posted 5 Years Ago

0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love what your final stanza does to complete the biography, for me anyway. There is such a confidence, certainty in the build-up and I think I might walk away believing in that confidence if it weren't for those last lines. We are, underneath it all, fumbling for some definition.

I really like the penumbra of your mother's ... Line, it adds a uniqueness, or authenticity- bolsters the voice of the poem, for me.

Such a strong voice in your poetry.

Posted 5 Years Ago


5 Years Ago

Thank you, you decipher my poetry so well. I was a little worried about this coming off as narcissis.. read more
Fantastically done. I like how there is such an air of formality established, only to be shattered in the 3rd stanza and left to gently trail off in the 4th. Very well done.


Posted 5 Years Ago

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Added on May 8, 2013
Last Updated on May 8, 2013
Tags: girl, sad, mental disorder, health, starving, depressed, manic



Santa Barbara, CA

19 year old from California moving to Brookyln for an education. work inspired by white guilt/ philosophy/ degenerate mental health and unfaltering romanticism more..


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