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Patroclus

Patroclus

Not good at writing, but enjoy it anyway 🤓🧐

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Patroclus

Patroclus

Not good at writing, but enjoy it anyway 🤓🧐

26
Writings
135
Followers
34
Following
Recognition

Patroclus

1 min read

I would know you in complete darkness

By the way you draw breath

And your feet strike the earth.


I would recognise you in insanity,

All other faces wiped from my memory

I could know you even in madness.


I would know your face masked,

In disguise, in shadow

I could know you by touch alone.


I could find you in another lifetime,

Another universe,

In different bodies, in different times.


I woul...

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For Pan And Lyra

Patroclus

1 min read

He’d promised to help her

Reunite with her Pan

When she severed their love

In that desolate land


Their adventures together

Had been trying and bleak

But she was unstoppable

When the dead she did seek


So down to the depths

No chance to turn back

Even waiting for death

No courage they lacked


Two young survivors

Their hearts ripped apart

Left their daemons behind

To sail into the dark


Bu...

Fantasy

Action & adventure

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Let Go

Patroclus

1 min read

Wavey and hazy,

Too long passed for me to find,

Memories of you,

Fall down valleys in my mind.

It’s time I leave them behind....

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Fire Haiku

Patroclus

1 min read

Passion burns like flames

But our love glows in embers

Long after the fire....

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I Remember Your Death

Patroclus

1 min read

I shall remember your suffering

Benjamin Pointer.

I never saw your face

But I heard your

Suffering.

I heard the running feet.

The wheels of the

Cardiac monitor

The urgency.

I went to a room and cried

Ten minutes before

You died. I felt very small.

The frustration

Of the staff nurse

Returning to the ward.

The casual remarks

That you had died.

I remember your death.


(This poem was written ...

Poetry

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Japanese Birch

Patroclus

1 min read

I used to be so afraid of this place.


The ghostly trunks of the Japanese Birch, shimmering in the sun like holograms trying to deceive me. These angels of death standing straight up from the earth, their too-pale bodies scarred sporadically with dark, jagged rings.


Their skeletal limbs, far above in the sky, harbouring serrated leaves that drop in silence and utter no sound under foot. The sof...

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Guilt

Patroclus

1 min read

No holy water could free me,

From this demon that haunts my mind

He sticks with me past sun and moon

No reverie I can hope to find.


His tendrils curling through my brain,

To remind me of what I’ve done

He blackens all that my life once was

And curses each ray of sun.


Sometimes I’ll forget he’s there

And life can feel normal again

But I’ll feel him creeping steadily in

Ready to remind me of the...

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Nothing without Conscience

Patroclus

1 min read

The space between stars is how you felt before you were born. Do you remember it?


It was a vast emptiness of nothing,

There was no light or dark,

No happy or sad.

You didn’t feel alone or scared,

but nor were you excited or anxious.


You had no conscience to make thoughts,

to appreciate or to fear,

No memories or emotions,

but it wasn’t desolate or bleak.


This is how the space between stars f...

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Elation

Patroclus

1 min read

The monitor flatlined, and for a few moments everyone fell silent.


Although I knew this was coming, I couldn’t help the flood of relief and joy that burned through my veins.


Excitement like strong liquor scorching my throat and dizzying my veins.


I wanted to scream; I wanted to drop to my knees and praise every Lord in the skies.


But the sobbing couple just meters away from me kept me from...

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Doubt

Patroclus

1 min read

You won’t find Her in the thunder,

or in the foaming of a violent sea,

You won’t see Her in the hurricanes,

or the aftermath’s debris.


You won’t hear Her in the howling winds,

or the creeking of a breaking branch,

You won’t notice Her in the driving hail,

or in the drumming of an avalanche.


You’ll sense Her building slowly,

creeping like darkening clouds,

Like the anxious, humid, coming storm,...

Poetry

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