The Swagtastic Voyage

The Swagtastic Voyage

A Poem by Jesse Lancaster

Title by Mark Granade, my lovely roommate. A strange name to fit a strange poem. I wanted to try a different kind of flow to my work.

simple words that held
no memories sicken me,
you are infectious

I know I should be happy. 
This is everything you wanted, wasn't it?
Or was it?

Sometimes I can't tell who I am,
my masks get tangled--meshed,
and I get lost in translation.

Don't know whether I'm shelled up in my fear,
or just got lost in the act.
A tiny lapse in this show, 
curtain falls

and suddenly things have changed.

It's not that I don't feel alone, 
it's that I know I'm not.

I've got this veil of a smile
that hides my past and thoughts--
makes me a mystery, a jar that won't open 
but is on the verge of breaking,
full of whatever I couldn't leave behind,
fragments of that another northern life, and it scares me,
  my own worst enemy.

These ghosts without sheets that break through my teeth,
crawl in through my mouth,
seep into my dreams but won't leave with the day,
become nightmares I can't flee. Yet
I know these aren't just projections of my sleep,
made from memories buried out in the backyard
and left to rot, these weatherworn skeletons
better left forgot. 

© 2012 Jesse Lancaster

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Added on October 11, 2011
Last Updated on December 14, 2012
Tags: swag, swagtastic voyage, translation, lost, show, veil, curtain, not alone, north, jar, dreams, nightmare, mystery, recluse, introversion
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Jesse Lancaster
Jesse Lancaster

Manchester, CT

I'm Jesse Lancaster. No I'm not. I am: 19 And now: @ Uni for my sophomore year. My writing draws heavy influences from the music I listen to, other writers (such as Chuck Palahniuk, John Green a.. more..