Enjoy this collection of poetry, written by Olivia Madreperla ’21.
Sanity is a fleeting thing
Sanity is a fleeting thing
Like a susurrate in the night
A guttural bellow to the moon
The residue of a supernova
Sanity is a fickle thing
Like unrestrained gossip
Words thrown about carelessly
Salted tears for an inconspicuous lover
Sanity is a futile thing
Like prayers to a false lord
Torn knees from unrelenting worship
Ambitions. Of tranquil conflict
Sanity is a fleeting thing
Insanity shall forever last
Untitled/Sanity is a fleeting thing pt.2
’Twas a ghost I saw in the underbrush
Lucid like a white sheet
Thrown carelessly about the moon
Floating, restless, unhinged
HE is not meant for this place
Something has tied him here
An intangible knot
A restless vassals attached to the shore
What he seeks, I know not,
But his eyes are void of passion
Anger and melancholy betwixt
Pupil’s black pearls of glassy emptiness
His face rises towards Lady Luna
Knees torn of their suppler flesh, he falls
He begs her, he pleads with screaming silence
But she does not respond
I Died Today
I died today
Or so they say
Not another dawn
Not another day
Dancing in deaths -disarrays-
I died today
Or so they say
His hand outstretched
Rough, a tree’s collar
Reaching, pulling me astray
I died today
My funeral, my way
Flowers wilting patiently
They never planned to stay
Or so they say
I Felt a Sigh Coming On
I felt a sigh coming on
An overwhelming urge
To breath out-
To let go-
Unmoored is thy breath
Unscarred, undone
Empress of the wind
I felt a sigh coming on.