INFINITE OBLIVION
EAST 15 ACTING SCHOOL
VOX FESTIVAL 2025
Poetry
The below are selected poems that I have written from January 2025 - october 2025.
These were used for inspiration when writing my solo piece, some were used more than others.
longing
The feeling of longing for somebody –
Aching for them –
Trying to be one with my emotions
And not letting them control me –
But I just long to be near them,
To feel their energy in the room,
To feel their skin against my own.
caged heart
We all have boundaries or walls that we build
To protect ourselves –
But sometimes we meet a person that changes that–
Whose mere presence breaks down the armor –
Dissolving in a flash;
The cage I put myself in disappears
Because love and care and unconditional support does that –
So I stand here bare
With my heart on my sleeve – open
Risking it all for a chance to love you.
knives
To talk of love makes targeted your heart –
Weakness that constitutes showing your soul;
The colours within will scare friends apart:
A stranger, a love, and all who enroll
In this hellish dark landscape called life.
I wear this armor to protect what’s dear:
Then iambic pentameter that’s rife
Inside my chest – pumping with urgent fear –
That irregular beats will cause unrest,
Choking my soul as vines wrapped around
Abandoned pillars or arches that manifest
From Man’s neglected construction abound –
And nothing will stop this trembling idea
From infecting all parts of my being;
What’s once a health mind, now a stria –
Grooves and cuts, a reminder of fleeing –
Of attempting to forget who I am –
How noone can truly understand me,
Because every time I open the dam –
What protects me from a premature glee,
Thinking that I am accepted and seen
By those I believe I can fully trust –
And I’m shown to be a fool with now chine –
Left tearful and alone – in a disgust
Towards myself and who I thought I could be.
luna
The pull from the moon and the tides
Drowned us in heavenly bliss –
Filled us up and tore us apart –
Sewing us back together,
This time permanently healed.
memories
A dose of colour to cure –
That’s all that’s needed;
Snort some yellow, blue, or red –
Let the colours take away
The memories that hold you prisoner.
darkness
What if the sun slept in
And the night continued,
The cold consumed,
And the moon killed itself
From loneliness.
monster
How do I escape?
I thought it was right –
I run from the past,
The monster I once saw
Magic
The golden rays danced around us
And my mind went to the forest –
The path of green moss –
magic
sleepless nights
2:21 A.M.
Thinking, Pondering, Wondering;
The silence speaks volumes;
The sound of nothing,
Until the beats appear:
Iambic pentameter thumping,
My heart filling and expanding
With armor protecting my chest,
2:27 A.M.
Chainmail links cover the bones,
My body—my being
But how can it protect me from myself?
It blocks others—Making their intentions
Difficult and worthless.
2:58 A.M.
Distractions
Guard down
Tension, pain, sleepiness
Thinking of you
Your eyes, your soul
“I’ll always come back to you”
image of humanity
There’s something beautiful when I cry.
My emotions are so high
That they form into tears:
My eyes glaze over,
Red and reflective;
A still pond.
Is this what the gods see?
The image of humanity:
A person’s soul leaking out —
Pouring into the world?
I stare at a mirror
When my eyes start to tear —
Building up aggressively —
And I watch as they fall down my face.
I look into my eyes,
Now puffy and blurry,
Yet I see myself clearly.
It’s different from the mask I wear
Because when I cry —
It’s me.
There’s no room for pretend,
There’s no room for show.
And I feel as connected
As ever to myself.
I smile at the purity,
At the beauty.