My Lost Identity..My Lost Identity..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Covering my face, blinded, I stretch out my arms to reach for my identity.
I see many of them that are all unique like the fingerprints.
But where do I belong?
Unnecessary tears fall from my eyes when I find myself as multiple identities,
constructed by you, not me.
What am I?
Those are the questions which answers do not exist.
Why do these eyes drop tears when I am no guilty of my true identity
Why do your eyes perceive me as such without knowing who I really am
I want to be idenfied by my personalities, not my physique
I want to be identified by what I am, not what you make of me.
I want to be free from your perspective that identify me as the
Sad, Depressed, Emo, Gay, Unstraight and Lifeless soul-
Because I have a life like any other breathing creature.
I should not place my hands on what I am.
I have a true identity and I am unashamed of it.
ForetoldForetold3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The wise old woman,
can she see what fate awaits
the haughty princess?
The cradle's dark curse
catches up with everyone.
AftermathAftermath3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The dreamer awoke
Only the storyteller
knew how long he slept.
The FirestormFirestorm they're calling it.The Firestorm3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hour after hour, the sky
groaned with the noise of engines,
buckled with the weight of death.
Yesterday an ancient city,
streets of historic buildings;
with this morning's light, devastation.
Nothing but cindered corpses,
scorched earth, slowly cooling rubble.
Soldiers search for survivors and miracles.
Once the gods alone
could achieve such destruction.
The pygmies have grown.
ImpossibleImpossible3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
she has filled the darkened room
with her otherness.
(The conjuring medium
relishes the spectacle)
EulogyThe world stillEulogy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Touches its way through my mirrors,
Subtle like the glitter of corner lamps,
And constant like light background music,
Once a violent war,
For working organs, for blood transfusions,
No nourishment but
Glass and moon-rocks
To live on
And the chronic state of
Way too fucking much.
Now a softened theatre,
The meadows bend with sunny orbs:
The afternoons deepen
To vast oranges and strawberry clouds.
Warm halos cotton candy themselves
Around the setting sun,
While a backdrop of silhouettes
Make a circus of the earth,
Subtracting from the finer detailed fillings,
Breaking hearts none
But veiny cracks.
DefunctDefunct2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Her stilted glamour
graces the abandoned junk.
Her gaze still hopeful.
Discord and the blue hymnalI haveDiscord and the blue hymnal4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an audience of
empty church pews
in my heart-basement:
some sort of
for shitty weather
and nuclear war.
like I've lost
A dying mess
of black octopus
no star spools
in lumpy, dark
I've built and
a city of miasma:
I breath it in,
I see messages
markers in this
and no longer
Blue ValentineShe traps worlds in glass, antique perfume bottles,Blue Valentine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Working muted-teal spells,
Mixing Keats with Darwin
Decanting litres of charm,
Like an ectoplasm-factory:
Pumping out that smoky blue potion,
As Piscean and vicious as Chino Moreno's voice.
The Ogham Lines - Part OneBeitheThe Ogham Lines - Part One1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Year-Wheel turns and begins anew
Bright-white birch stands spindly and askew
Bone-bare trees awaiting to leaf
From death comes again the King from beneath
A beautiful maiden stands in forests fair
Grey is her skin, fine is her hair
Delicate eyebrows upon a finely-chiseled face
Draw down as you enter this once-sacred place
Silver and withering 'neath a tumultuous gale
Winter becomes Spring, with sleet and presumptuous hail;
Never does she quiver, never does she take
A form to be envied by all that she might make.
I grow, I shine, I stand upon the rock
Where a church may rise, where a conqueror may knock
And I drink in deep the air and smoke
The above calls here, where others have broke
Blazing, burning, intoxicating the air
Herbs in wood and water make every sight most fair
Dancing, entranced, the willworkers do fumble
Scrawling down visions described in delirium's mumble
Beads for berries, beads of blood
The hardiest men drip rivers that flood
SubversionOh! How the dark handSubversion3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
of physicality reaches deep within me,
how firmly it grips the triggers
of need and yearning. My spirit's dark night
is haunted by spectres brewed
from the toxins of desire.
Sir Thomas wore a hair shirt,
I have surrendered to the imperious fire.
Hungry StarsAll the children were eaten by starsHungry Stars1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The televisions don't work anymore
I saw you dancing in the ruins last night
Barefoot on the sharp stones, laughing
But your laughter rang hollow
And echoed through the caverns
Old blood is never satisfied with new blood
Ring the midnight bell and come home
Your efforts are all in vain, useless now
Like the fly trying to make its way out
Crawling, dying, towards the light
There is no light for the likes of us
Only hungry stars and the glimmer through
The cracks in the boards of the floor
Down there below where the masked ones
Hold their ancient ceremonies and incantations
Let me tend to your feet, love
And we'll seek shelter elsewhere
2012The sections are scattered,20123 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little secret crumbs
That we all miss,
That we all misplace.
I've always been a curious person,
An eye-hole watcher,
A treasure hunter,
The jigsaw queen!
Before I found a womb to grow in
I lived there
Where all the pieces fit,
Whole as a fresh egg
Sitting in a Cleopatra milk-bath.
There I was,
How they tinkle in my mind
Like an old music box,
A cuckoo clock,
Or a midnight owl,
Hooting out old skeleton songs
Into a surreal forever
Fitting into micro moments
Of déjà vu.
CornersYou were cookie-cut from pure dreams,Corners4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like clean MDMA
You made my soul-flowers bleed
The scent of gods, decked out in sea pearls
And their favourite cocktail rings,
Fresh from velvet pouches.
I would have let my pupils dilate
And butterfly-flutter not
Sitting still as an empty shell,
Until my inside-sky rot,
I'd fold up like origami,
Packed tight like a cigarette,
And (un)ready for your heaven.
But I'm in the middle of nowhere
Because I forgot to keep believing in things,
And I'm left with an empty department,
I'm left without a fuel tank to hold
My red petrol in.
You've left me with nothing to give you,
Although I've been wrong for a long
About those things that concern
JutThose precious bones of yoursJut3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Are ever-melting in a makeshift graveyard
That I've constructed for you,
In a plane of spiritual-coordination:
The centre of my mind.
Rose campions bend their way
Through the rusty arches of this cemetery's gate,
I roll below all of it,
This place is my only halo.
I remember the terrible beauty,
Synonymous to love:
If it were a colour,
Turkish delight sky,
It'd be the backdrop that coated out those days.
Stupid webs of tragic romance
My memory often mythologising
And utilising Monet's lens,
Yet in reality there I was
Raging out of imaginary bird cages,
Sickly oblivious to your purple poison,
And like always so childish in my thirst for curiosities and mysteries,
Just begging for a broken heart.
Rain At DawnSoftly percussing, rain dropsRain At Dawn1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
beat a wayward rhythm
on my window pane. Winter morning,
sluggard stirring, makes evening
of the waking day.
Lamp-lit solitude dispels the outside gloom,
My mind creates collages
from partly recollected intimations
of dreams, dissolving already
with the return of day.
UnplannedUnplanned4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Each different form
of being creates a world
Decadent, MetallicAbandoned metalDecadent, Metallic3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
dreams of disintegration,
Functional no more,
decay imposes its own