Artist Spotlight: Tyler Olcese
Tyler Olcese is currently a senior at Livermore High School. He enjoys writing poetry and pondering his existence, this is his most recent poem titled “My Soul Slipped, Should I Show it to You?”
His description about the meaning of this poem is located after the poem.
Tyler Olcese, 12th
–My Soul Slipped, Should I Show it to You?–
Have you ever wondered
how it feels to have
your soul slip?
to fade away into nothingness
which is also everything
all for none but you?
I’ve seen, felt, known it happen to me
or at least I think I might have
on a night like no other
I guess I could give you a brief demonstration
though I think it might be too messy,
and not for the faint of heart
perhaps you’d prefer I show it to you, but only if you want
through howling words and paradoxical phrases
that clutter my everyday peace of mind
–
A hushed room
blurred faces on figures
one by one they fall, blade turns
clearly coming my way
drip, drip, splat, drip, splat, drip
shining, gleaming, glistening wet red swirls
sullen face lifts up to seek light
nothing is within reach except empty air
no pleas, no pleads, no pleasing the divine will help
one swipe and another then follows
the first goes one way, the next swing crosses,
pain is nonexistent to my nerves, too much, can’t process
all at once, never happened, will again, soon?
drained, siphoned into a void, blind, truly seeing now
existence was eternity until I awoke in convulsing confinement
–
The moon cycles through Night
and the sun has risen
but I have not
I’m perfectly fine, no lasting damage
that I could see right then
just kidding, I’m fine!
I did have plenty of burning questions however
and my solution presented only more
I went to Google, like a dummy
the internet says that death is good, when in dreams
representation of new growth and change,
unless you’re reborn, then it’s failure
oh, but you didn’t write anything about reincarnation before
a clever reader would say, and I didn’t, because
it would’ve thrown off my whole groove
–
Trees, filter light
calm Aegean breeze
shining sun, gold fuzzy glow
on a wooden table
a pair of glasses is resting
square pattern, tan, warm cocoa
a bright cloudless sky?
no, a rich scent of serene rain
can feel it coming, a cruel twist from Fate
never arrives, all in my head
I’d like to think this life anew isn’t,
isn’t it though? or is it? could this be a Truth?
remembrance, clearing all my doubt
nothing, thus everything, will be answered
to get back, just have to wait, to slip again, once more
–
Not sure if that was real
or just simply hope
yes to both?
for with time comes the fading
my memories are modified
a true dialectic cycle
finished with speaking for my dear sanity
this mirror of self turns around now
fall into your own perplexity
hate, regret, pain, guilt, building up a wall, a horrid dam
you know one day it’ll come crashing, roaring down
so, alleviate your sorrow in saline waterfalls
chances are slim and possibilities wide, don’t know what’s on the other side
unsure if there’s anything, nothing except realizations on a circuit track
just an ignorant soul, slipping through obscure observations
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Hi! Thanks for reading! This poem all started with a dream I had one night in which I was killed and is really just me getting my thoughts about the dream and some very odd deja vu I’ve been having recently out of my head. I’m not really sure why I chose to go with the format of expanding lines, it came to me and I was like, huh, that’s pretty cool, let’s see where this goes! Each time the direction changes is a different point of view, the upside-down pyramid format of stanzas 1, 3, and 5 are my direct thoughts and analysis of my dream, while stanzas 2 and 4 are based on the dream itself. Enjoy the time you have here but memento mori!

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