Dylan Van
My name is Dylan Van, and I’m from Aurora, Colorado.
I have fallen in love with poetry for the past couple of years. I want to be the voice for those are cannot speak; it’s all I wanted from my writing–for others to feel what they’ve been aching to feel. I hope to have my book, “Silk and Concrete,” published by the end of 2021.
under construction
I rather
pay rent in a
dented tent, alone,
than feel broken hearts
as if they were-shattered
bones. I did to myself, I
broke them on my own
I am heartbroken because
I let my walls get demolished,
before I finished building
my home
dear you
we meet people for different reasons
and I hope it’s the right reasons with you
I hope former wounds remain closed,
for good,
and for granted
I hope I am not taken
I broke my own heart,
trying to fix yours and
to be yours
but despite everything
I would hope this letter
continues …
dear you pt 2
I’m obsessed with misery
like I’m obsessed with you
but this isn’t love
it’s my abandonment issues
searching for a temporary muse
I needed to see you tonight
like the night needs the moon to
feel okay when it isn’t so bright
But I rather be alone if it means
you’re still smiling
at the end of the
mess I made
I hope you’re doing alright
I hope this letter gets to you
temporary
as hard as it is to admit
almost everything is temporary
you were temporary
every picture we painted together
became tainted with black splatters
of hopeless scenarios that
I all too much depended on
forever and always turned
into never and never again
and although I’m tempted
to miss you from time to time
you didn’t deserve me
even momentarily
I just hope these scars
you left behind are
just as temporary
as the feelings
you had
for me
wedding dress
a white corset
submerged in black paint
I am tainted by your lust,
resurrected by your love
so burn me alive,
and set me free,
like when you said ‘I do’,
I will do what I need
to leave.
dial pt 2.
I call you to hear
your voice
on your
voicemail,
It keeps me going
but I know that is not
your real tone,
it’s not that I forget to
leave a message
It is that,
I’m afraid of hearing,
voicemail box full
so I hang up
the phone
lost
Being lost in self doubt is absolutely terrifying.
The wind chases you without letting you breathe,
not even for a minute.
It’s catching up to you.
You have no choice but to render your walls, and
to consider your surroundings.
There’s a tornado outside, and I’m lost.
Wherever I go, the world spins.
And it’s spinning fast.
I’m not ready, but
I should be.