things I'll never tell you

things I'll never tell you

A Poem by Dionysian Gnostic

so close
nearly single digits away
the dilemma of certainty binding me
tightly knit overtures begin a subtle advance
 
peeking over my shoulder
peeking through open wounds
a resplendent apparition glowing delicately
behind me
within me
the very scaffolding that long ago
gave soothing repair
 
I want you to know so many things
but it's late and the night seems content
to leave us both in an empty border town
somewhere between this very moment
and my very last breath
 
white moonrise glory
soaring out to sea with caustic brilliance
the heavens flooding into eternity
tonight devoured in rare form
by the things I'll never say to you
 
the absolute legitimacy of these hidden things
now no more than savage, white knuckled fists
banging on empty tables
as lips sealed and bursting
through barbed wire stitches
so eager to shout into a thunderous rainstorm
all the things I'll never tell you
 
a tender, trembling beast visits tonight
carefully wounding me
not enough to kill me
just enough to let me know
I'm more alive right now then I've been for a while
and I'm still not saying a word

© 2017 Dionysian Gnostic


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We are each like King's Cross in the Harry Potter series. At once, we are clearly visible; but at the same time, there is that hidden part of us, like Platform 9 3/4, concealed in plain view. Only a select few are ever granted entrance; but even then, we can never be truly, 100% known. We are like flowers blooming for the world, but our roots run deep, hidden away from view. Only when we are yanked out of the ground of this life, will our roots be revealed.

I actually love this poem. The image expresses repressed angst and the words affirm it.

Well penned.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dionysian Gnostic

6 Years Ago

Thank you for stopping by to read it. I'm genuinely happy to share it with you so I'm glad you enjo.. read more



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i have things i wish i would have said to someone long ago...just things that would let her know how much she meant to me...
but the chances to do that passed...and the timing was off...but she made me feel alive and the time with her that i remember always gives me a kick-start.

thanks for this piece...reminders, smiles...and a little regret.

Posted 6 Years Ago


We are each like King's Cross in the Harry Potter series. At once, we are clearly visible; but at the same time, there is that hidden part of us, like Platform 9 3/4, concealed in plain view. Only a select few are ever granted entrance; but even then, we can never be truly, 100% known. We are like flowers blooming for the world, but our roots run deep, hidden away from view. Only when we are yanked out of the ground of this life, will our roots be revealed.

I actually love this poem. The image expresses repressed angst and the words affirm it.

Well penned.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dionysian Gnostic

6 Years Ago

Thank you for stopping by to read it. I'm genuinely happy to share it with you so I'm glad you enjo.. read more

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