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Cym's GD Asylum



Posted by Cym , 17 October 2013 · 178 views

I wrote this one a while back for my little brothers. I was pissed off because I had the original saved on my ipod, before it went crazy and deleted some of my notes. I was only able to remember most of what I had written, but I finally found my first draft last night, so I just added the missing lines. I'm pretty sure it's finished now.


BJ (Porcelain Eyes)

Posted by Cym , 16 October 2013 · 267 views

A poem I wrote about...someone. It's still pretty raw, but I would appreciate any feedback.
I’d like to think of him as the unsung hero
Though he has hundreds to steal your heart
He looks best when peering out the window
Through the filters set up for his art
The edges, the gray, and the ageless lines
How many would he ador...


Night's Fury

Posted by Cym , 27 September 2013 · 204 views

I wrote this poem randomly after watching the Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides, and remembering how much I used to love mermaids as a kid. Just something that popped into my head.
You killed my mermaid dream
The siren song
With the harpy’s wail
Your branch of mythology
Those tales I imagined in reverse
Shedding m...



Posted by Cym , 24 September 2013 · 128 views

I'm reposting this here, since the WIMHA forum is closed (again)...
And where are you calling me from, little one?
You think it’s
This fire creeping from my gut
This tumultuous gut
Where I’ve kept everything I’ve ever regretted
Everything I’ve never wanted to know
It’s now eating at my brain


Hands Create, Mouths Destroy

Posted by Cym , 10 May 2013 · 187 views

All I hear is popping,
Scraping, Ringing, Slapping
Sensuous, Slivery, Slimy
It all sounds the same to me
Ripples down my back
Find the barest,
Most merciless part of me
Housing my deepest regrets
Embarrassments, afflictions,
Perhaps conflicting personalities
Slide and settle
Glitter and rustle
Phantom tongues insinuate and violate
In the worst possible wa...


Master the Fox-Hole

Posted by Cym , 06 May 2013 · 198 views

Not too crazy about the title, but it's the best I can think of for now. As always, comments are appreciated! xoxo
You have the magic touch,
The silver tongue,
The gangrene thumb
For sowing the seed
Of discord and doubt
You know too well.
Once it’s planted,
It smolders and spreads
Tearing through the plains
Ripping past and chasin...


I'm Always

Posted by Cym , 05 May 2013 · 134 views

I feel like this one's finished, but you never know. I would appreciate any comments. Thanks!
I’ve always dreamed
Of living inside the stars
Existing as a part of a muse,
A movement
Towards that inevitable something,
Everything, to happen
A small token of reception,
This inception of belonging
To a much more monumental, me


Waiting Out the Storm

Posted by Cym , 10 January 2013 · 181 views

This is a poem I've been slowly adding to for a while, just a musing about my perception of the rain depending on where I'm at.
More than enough rain
To drown out the rage
Too humid to want
But that electric scream
The scream that soothes the swell,
That embolic tidal wave
Threatening to become the tsunami
The only chaos that...



Posted by Cym , 07 January 2013 · 191 views

I wrote this poem for my dad's sister, whom I haven't heard from in 7 years. I never thought too much of it, but then my dad told us he heard from our grandparents that the reason she doesn't talk to me, my brother, and my sister is because we're "not Christian enough." Being Native American, that struck a chord with me.
Please, no atheist comments,...


Whatsername, the Rebel

Posted by Cym , 21 August 2012 · 251 views

This is the updated version of the poem I wrote. I'm pretty proud of it :)


My routine changed
When I put my hands on the wheel
And I was in charge again
They should have never let me drive
They should know I’m bad with maps
They should know how easy it is to remember
What “impulsive” means
Programmed into this gas pedal,
It can...

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