Siren Poetry

"Passion's voice lies on the tongue, but the lips are Passion's siren."

Original poetry by Autumn Echo.

Passion’s voice lies on the tongue, but the lips are Passion’s siren.

—Autumn Echo

My red lipstick stains my cigarette. I know red stains on paper sheets. I’m trying to cover up my pain in blanket statements like, ‘I’m gonna be just fine.’
And every time I know I’m saying lies in pretty ways.

—Autumn Echo

I see you better through metaphor, but even the best metaphor can not change you. Only make you seem like something else.

—Autumn Echo, Imaginary Things

Imaginary Things

I’m pushing 19, but the child inside of me
Still looks up at cloudy skies
and insists I see the shape of endless imaginary things
Like today, I swear the cumulus created
a stout Mario like man hurling a fireball across the sky
I think the child in me is also a nerd
That’s not really the point though….
I was looking up at the immensity of it all
and I couldn’t decide if I liked growing up
with this huge part of me always seeing something
that isn’t really there
I mean how much trouble has that gotten me into thus far?
My immutable imagination
It’s given me the greatest poetry
And my heart, unrelentlessly romantic
It’s given me the greatest ache in my flesh
I see you better through metaphor
But even the best metaphor can not change you.
Only make you seem like something else.
I don’t rock rose colored glasses like it’s a fashion statement
Maybe I just can’t see without them
I can’t decide what I would raise my daughter to be.
Would I pass on this persistent pattern to
Inadvertently insist upon invisible things
Would she carry on this compulsion to create
a world where her wildest dreams are winning
except that their really not.
She’ll just wish they are
That’s what I’ve been toiling with all because of this silly cloud in the sky
I know it’s silly because if I think about it,
I wanted so bad to see something that means something
maybe for the first time, I’m seeing myself clear.
And it’s a certain kind of fear, knowing you’ve been wrong about
A lot of things.
Including yourself.
I’m so young.
I have so much untouched potential
It’s like my body is a vessel
Filled with so many tangible real
Wonders
I wonder why I live vicariously
When I have plenty in me
So much I can not see but feel
I wish I could see it
Someday I will.
I’ll be a sky you look into and need not imagine
You see something
That means something.
It’s really there.

a.e.

8. When someone else loves you, every sleepless night I spent stitching the seams in my severed chest back together will be for nothing. I will rebreak in every place you loved me. My forehead will burn where once your lips fell but now they are missing. My eyelids will quiver. My bones will collapse into themselves. I will smile. Because what else can I do? I loved you like sunflowers love daylight. I lost you like a sunset. Slowly. And then all at once.

—Autumn Echo, Socks (8 thoughts on loving and losing you)

I thought love was stripping your bones of their flesh if only to help someone else feel a little more human.

White Noise (Socks Prelude)

Do you want the shirt off my back?
Have the shirt off my back.
Do you want the heart in my chest?
Let me dig it out with my own two hands.
I thought love was stripping your bones
of their flesh if only to
help someone else feel a little more human.
Feel a little less empty.
Feel a little more heave in their lungs.
Be air, be silence when the night is screaming.
White noise.
Love is filling the silence.

But you never truly loved the sound of me.

a.e.

read Socks here.

Socks (8 thoughts on loving and losing you)

prelude

1. You never took your socks off. Not when we made
love not when it was too warm for socks. You said it was
something about your toes. I assume this is a metaphor
for you never truly trusting me.

2. I can not explain why it bothered me so much that you
would not shower with me. I just wanted to create a storm
with you, weather it, let it cleanse us. I wanted the superficial.
The artificial. I wanted it to be special. But I pushed you.
When I shower alone, I know it’s only washing away
whatever taste of you is left on my skin.
I showered twice today.

3. I was going to love your daughter as my own.
I was going to kiss her like thunder because she is your’s.
I was going to love you for being a father. For creating life.
As if you could be any more beautiful, just watching you
raise her. I was going to love you as my own.
But neither of you are.

4. I’m sorry I never loved God as much as I loved the microscopic
spaces between your vertebrae, or the idea of filling them. That I hadn’t faith in anything like I had faith in your heartbeat. I’m sorry I never told you that I never
loved God as much as I loved him when he was dripping from your
lips like holy water. I’m sorry.

5. I will keep that red dress and I will wear it and I will think of you
every time.

6. I left lipstick in your car because I knew this day would come.
The day would come when I was no longer the night sky or the rising
sun. I would just be a girl that loved you once. So you will clean out
your car, someday, it’s not likely but maybe and when you do, you will find
the arbitrary reminder that I once was fixing myself in your mirror. Once I
ran this lipstick over my lips, brushed them together softly. I looked over at you with desperate, unconvinced eyes. I asked you if I looked okay. I left a memory in your car.

7. My heart is broken. My natural human instinct is aching
to place blame somewhere, like if I have a place to gather my
shattered everything, then maybe I will be okay but it’s not like that.
I love you like a cigarette burn. Like I’m branded. Like it hurts like hell
but I have to stand it. I loved you like it’s what I was created for.
I loved you like a poem, word after rhyme after metaphor.
I loved you between the lines. I love you.

8. When someone else loves you, every sleepless night
I spent stitching the seams in my severed chest back together
will be for nothing.
I will rebreak in every place you loved me.
My forehead will burn where once your lips fell but
now they are missing.
My eyelids will quiver.
My bones will collapse into themselves.
I will smile.
Because what else can I do?
I loved you like sunflowers love daylight.
I lost you like a sunset.
Slowly.
And then all at once.