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August Wyster

59
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3
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August Wyster

59
Writings
3
Followers
1
Following
Gloria

August Wyster

1 min read

I start every day by using cold water to wash my face

I start grieving you when the windows open up

And show me a green and blue world of small and large wonders

And I recall that I left you in the dirt.


And I feel like a highway flower

Battered by the roar and then wilted by the night

Calling out my own name to the noone out there for me

"Gloria, Gloria, Gloria"


As the summer comes to an end I ...

Poetry

1
A Fitting Resting Place For You

August Wyster

1 min read

Crows croaked a cacophony over the crowd.

It a sickening reminder of city dissonance - cars and people all over the place, not a moment of peace.

Sounds that never bothered us while running down nighttime streets, our heels clacking loudly on the cement, lips letting loose our cries and laughs of pure joy. Sweaty hands clasped together and not minding the grease and funk of that night.

While warms...

Poetry

2
Grandma and Grandpa's House

August Wyster

1 min read

The new building is built

There's a pond and a new shed too

While nobody is buried in the soil I hear the ghosts of the man who built what was taken down

My father when he was my age, another teenage douchebag just like me, he runs along the woods here

Walking along with them is a strange and unfitting ending to all thats been accumulated

An entire childhood and weekend trips with the wife and kid...

Poetry

A Thundering Whisper (Rebirth)

August Wyster

1 min read

Yesterday

A thundering whisper

Shook me to my core

The sound shriveled up all that was left of me


So today I will take my breaths evenly

I will eat three meals

I will go to work

I will drive home safely

I think I have finally worn down


I feel that I've given up

Truly given up

I don't have the will to leave my bedroom floor

I cannot scrape together the means to be a person anymore






Another th...

Poetry

44 and 43

August Wyster

1 min read

I will always love you.

But I told you "No" for a good reason

I can love you so good but I am always leaving


I wish you the best

I'll live for the glamour and the thrills and wins

And one day she'll find you and she'll fit right in


I will always look for you

Over my flashing lights and expensive clothes

And the shiny cars and the lovers afterwards but

She'll be the one handing you orange segment...

Poetry

1
Whispers on the Wind

August Wyster

1 min read

Whispers on the wind told me that you're blowing it

I'll tell you I have half a mind to desert you, right here right now

Your mind is already mine

Your flesh is already showing

All I need to do is just sink my teeth in


Whispers on the wind told me you're acting up

They told me that your envy's a ruthless lord

I'd tell you that you're lovely, but I've already said it before


Pick yourself up

I'm n...

Poetry

Ashen City

August Wyster

1 min read

I've never felt the touch of the city as coldly as I do now, looking back

All of the skyscrapers and gray roads and walls of concrete loom over my head like its pushing me down

And I said I would take the records everywhere

And songs of the spring soon became tied to the cold

And I said I would call you every week, anywhere

But my voice is buried within me, deeper than my bones

And if I knew I wou...

Poetry

Well how did we get here?

August Wyster

1 min read

Well how did we here?

Sobbing while you yell at me

Never give me a chance to explain it

I'm too out of breath anyways


Well I just wanted love

I told you I was seeing Eliza

And then I told you it was Rose

Maybe if you let me reasonably free

I wouldn't find it so easy to lie straight through my teeth

Maybe if I wasn't a fan of the thrill and feign freeness

I wouldn't find it so easy to lie straight...

Poetry

1
Maybe in the Next Life

August Wyster

1 min read

I only got my brightest hours

Then I'm going down.

Pray my glass heels don't shatter

When its time to skip town.


We move through the crowd.

Take my hands in yours.

You say I'm the prettiest.

I've say I've heard it before.


The birdsong speaks to me.

In the aftermath.

In the house turned prison.

In the blue mornings.

In the wake after the best dream I've ever had.


I had to go.

Maybe its just not ...

Poetry

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I am not heartless, so stop speaking to me like I don't care about you.

August Wyster

1 min read

Why would you say that to me?

I feel it sinking into my bones.

Shriveling up my soft petals and I watch as they detach and fall to the ground, much like the tenderness I used to feel for you.


I limp away to isolate myself like a wounded animal.

Its weight seems to pull me to the ground.

My eyes water, my throat closes, and God, it leaves me feeling miserably cold from the inside out.


It eats at ...

Poetry