Tag Archives: Poem

How Certain Fiction Makes Me Feel

19 Jan

Inside me
Bubbling up
Caught in my throat
Threatening to choke

It’s much, too much pain
To feel
Inside me
To have
Around me
Like a cloak
Or a fog
Or a shroud

~Aliza Scheiner

Blind to Me

20 Dec

When it comes to you
I know who you are
What makes you tick
Your every scar
It’s all right there
Your pros and cons
Like glass, like air
You’re transparent, clear
But when I turn
I’m flying blind
I’m blind to me

~Aliza Scheiner


4 Nov

When I’m busy I’m tired
And drowning
In all the work
And all I want is
Some time to myself
To be free to be me
And do nothing at all
And then quite suddenly
There I am
Of all the work
Of all the madness
And the quiet
It’s scary
And empty
I feel adrift
Devoid of purpose

And I wish
I wish
I was drowning

~Aliza Scheiner

I died for Beauty – but was scarce: Extended

25 Oct

I died for Beauty – but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In an adjoining Room –

He questioned softly Why I failed?
“For Beauty,” I replied –
“And I – f or Truth – Themself are One –
We Brethren, are,” He said –

And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night –
We talked between the Rooms –
Until the Moss had reached our lips –
And covered up – our names –
                                                                                          ~Emily Dickinson

And in the next world, I looked for him –
The One who died for Truth
But ‘twas not meant to be –
I think, gone forever was the youth –

I was troubled in my restless state –
And would often cry –
For if One who died for Truth was lost
Then where, pray tell, was I?

                                                                                            ~Aliza Scheiner