A Selection of Poetry from Borris Iver Kortrevich - Vol. 2

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Selection of Poetry - Volume 2

[!] A portrait of Borris Iver Kortrevich

 

1st of Msitza and Dargund, 413 E.S.
                

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“Beyond my Reach”

 

What is hardest to understand does 

Not often reveal itself to be stone.

Flesh and blood and mind and soul,

Complicated together, complicated alone.

 

How does one express themselves

When they cannot form the right words?

A hopeless attempt to show the feelings,

The correct answers, barely submerged.

 

They stay inches from the water’s edge,

But they never seem to be reached.

Those perfect, simple words

That only rarely finds their beat.

 

 

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“Constructor”

 

Snow-covered Forest.

Sun peeking out behind trees

Until darkness comes.

 

Five, four, three, two, one

Ready or not, here I come

I’ve come to find you.

 

There is more I do,

I learn how to write poems

I learn to write well

 

I try to keep flow

Keeping the words close to me

Ever moving still

 

Then I hesitate

There is power in writing

One which I now wield

 

The stroke of man’s pen,

One word built up empires

The next, tore it down

 

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“Savagery”

 

You twist the words I use

 into a weapon to wield against me.

Then use that morphed verbal dagger 

To murder my hopes and dreams.

 

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“Palace of Haverlock”

 

You pull me into this wonderful place in which 

I do not recognize. Flawlessly, scrubbed, white walls

 And dustless dark oak floors. I could have sworn that I 

Saw little specks of twinkling around me as I moved past. 

 

What started as a maze, quickly became a game. 

We duck in and out of rooms, trying to open every 

Locked door. We run down hallways and spiraling stairs 

On which, often only leads us back to where we began.

 

It is an Ironic thing, a place large enough to 

Awe at, yet close enough to barely stand

Shoulder to shoulder within the hallways. 

It is a beautiful, confusing, complex work of art.

 

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“Warm Feelings”

 

There is a roaring fire

 that consumes my chest. 

Flames engulf me

Yet I dare not protest.

 

Intense heat upon my face

yet I feel no pain.

There is also something else

So I choose to remain.

 

I feel my heart pound, 

a pulsating drum moving, 

To the beat of a rhythm 

Unfamiliar, but soothing,

 

I sit and wonder now,

With every new thump

If you see my chest vibrating

Going bump bump bump.

 

Do you know this feeling?

I don’t know what to do.

Am I doing something wrong or

Are you feeling this too?

 

I try to think of what to say

But nothing now complies.

My mind had turned to goo

As I look into your eyes.

 

So we sit here in this vocal silence,

With light heat upon my skin.

But there is comfort, that which lies 

Between heat and what's within.

 

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