each lesson is but a hand
clutching the saw that folds the flesh
cracking the cage to the sour soul.
a fragile gentle thing, enveloped in tears
pulled and tattered edges
torn fresh and raw, festering and bleeding
convulsing and withering.
force upon the mottled skin
a breaking furrow in the ivory white
a fervor run dry, to plumes of dust.
Poison TreePoison Tree5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was in love with my friend;
I spoke my love, my love did wallow.
I was in love with my foe;
I spoke it not, my heart I swallowed.
And I nurtured it in words,
Rise and set with the birds;
And I lured it with glances,
And slow spoken chances.
And it rose both night and day,
Until it became a glimmering ray.
And my love saw it's light
And he knew that all was right.
And beneath my hanging heart.
When the day had shone the mark.
In the night hoping I see
There my love, waiting for me.
After- A Poison Tree by William Blake
that dead deceitthat dead deceit4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Behold, the night born of a whim.
A certain fancy holds
Attaches with the string of stars
Unleashing ambers, liquids, golds.
Sit close by her, voices deep
The whisper of a thrill amongst
Unknowing crowds of knowing masks
A pleasant rush from lips that drunk.
Not hours next would truth be told
Or paper minds left to decay
The creases deep with blood to fold
On this night, a lie betrays.
Her head upon the dock does rest
And all the atropine now fades
The moon alights a deadpool blue
So to the ground will be her grave.
The soft and desperate plea alights
And demons snare the bleeding soul.
A murmured fall of dying flocks
That flew straight from the aching hole.
Aching SweetAching Sweet5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sweet amber eyes, your heart runs dry.
So sweet it hurts, so nice it aches and stings and lights and burns to dust.
Sad sunset eyes, in hazy pools of fashioned white and dry, soft dust.
So sweet it hurt, so nice it ached and stung and lit and burned to ash.
Black cobalt eyes, your words run back in lines of red as dark as velvet.
So sweet it'll hurt, so nice you'll ache and sting and catch light then burn away.
It was so hard to hold.
KnotKnot5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They dont even want me
Not even to hold, not even to kiss, not even to scold.
We dont even want you, not when youre alone
Distraught and tied up, beaten and shown.
One side down the middle, we need you alone.
Tied up in a knot, treacherous and done.
They dont even need me, not even to run.
To say it to others, not even for fun.
They dont even want me
Not even to love.
Not even ok, but mostly undone.
Not even my words make much sense at all
You dont even want me
Not for a precarious length of time
Or forever, to smell my hair, view my lights.
Dont touch my face, they dont even want me.
They can't even know it, those bastards and liars
And yet, here, be still, you'll fall in my fires
Because they dont even want me.
Not alone, to hug, kiss or touch.
Not even alone.