Encroaching TerrorHuckle-hunting crack-backed worms
'neath jeering, leering tangled forms.
Branches breaking, bending, sending
shivers down my mangled spine.
Fine, everything's just fine.
Backward glancing, I see dancing
shadows, shadows that aren't mine.
Time, time ever racing, chasing,
pacing, my footsteps ever hastening;
tasting the seconds as they fade away.
Decay comes quickly, sickly;
stenches, wrenches my groaning gut.
Moaning, roaming through the leaves,
weaves the yearning, burning thing of night.
Sight, I am robbed of sight.
Blinding, something hidden binding,
twining, snaking round my aching useless eyes.
Sighs, the sighs of something very close;
those whispered, blistered wrecks of breath.
Death, the final fleck, silently shivers,
my withered slivered, writhing neck.
After The WarAfter blood is spiltAfter The War3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
May pretty flowers grow
in their memory.
Suspended BondsBorn on the opposite ends of the world,Suspended Bonds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We bend the laws of the universe
As we meet halfway
Through the rippling sands of time.
Drifting along dimensions
I take your words
And burn it into my palms,
As I watch you carve
mine onto your chest.
Together we cried our souls into the rivers
Then joined the wooing waves of the ocean
Before settling upon the shore,
Only to be turned into salt
by the brilliant sun.
MusingI'm too young to spend my lifeMusing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
running from the thunder,
staring at the kitchen walls wondering
how life would be different
if they weren't the same color.
How one Dead Views the LivingMy life had always been painted in sombre greys. In death, how it blossoms!How one Dead Views the Living3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When the rains come, the watery drops fall like tears of ink: echoing and dancing across sparkling sapphire puddles. The sun, a golden mystic orb, shedding its beauty on all it touches.
I see rustic weather-beaten cragged faces of the old, set with eyes of faded blue. I behold bright smiles and blushes upon the fat cheeks of the young. My ears prickle with the twirling thousand-noted song of birds. The beauty of all these things I never observed in life, now bursts upon my ripened senses - in death.
In a trance I view this new-found paradise. Life, I have come to realise, is most beautiful to the spectator. The spectator has no need for understanding or judgement.
I look upon a derelict dilapidated street, filthy with squalor. I cast my eyes over the crumbling paintwork of rotting window frames, housing broken panes. Here and there sickly weeds break through mouldering masonry.
Oh what a picture, what a spectac
a drug or choosingYour oily prints upon my eyesa drug or choosing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blessed art thou
You bleed through the cracks in my walls
Eyes, pores in every centimeter of wallpaper
Watching me sleep, watching my night-mare
The horse running from the fire-like river
Pouring down the mountain to the plains below
Engulfing my atmosphere in golden red smoke
I am not addicted
Four-and-Twenty CultistsSing along everyone - this one's rather jolly! (the rhyming scheme at least).Four-and-Twenty Cultists3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I saw angels dance with devils
under winter's crystal sky.
Old men passed between them,
crying "Dead men never die!"
Then the oceans fell before us,
as the dead began to sing.
Heavens parted wider;
winds prickled at our skin.
Now Satan awakes slowly,
like shadows on the sands.
Together we beg forgiveness,
as he lacerates our hands.
The landscape lies broken,
as stones roll through the hills.
Stars are growing brighter,
fed by blood of untold kills.
Death bends his toxic breath,
exuding nameless streams.
and crimson coloured dreams.
The Moon and NeptuneWith silent grace she shines aloft.The Moon and Neptune3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Somnolent stars suffuse face soft.
Gossamer drifts of shifting clouds
cast shadows on a pearly brow.
Waves spin tales of sailors' yarns,
hidden swathes of ancient charms.
Seabirds' cries and creaking calls,
waters whipped by singing squalls.
Neptune urged with surging shifts,
destruction of the struggling skiffs.
To straggling rocks the sinking ships,
sleeping sands each sadly slips.
cadavershe was born with arctic lipscadaver3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and overcast skin.
her hair fell like fresh snow
and she was far too thin.
her bones in locked closets,
joints creaked and shrieked
like a rotten floorboard
under gossamer feet.
The NightmareNewspapers line the floor.The Nightmare3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Theres a chill in the air.
Look a little closer
news of your death,
written on the wall.
in the shadows,
feeding on your fear.
Breathing in your sorrow,
lapping up your tears.
Lost in the dead trees,
theres glass in your feet.
Run a little faster.
They're very near.
Believe this is a dream
and you're not really here.
Worthlessthe worst part about being nothingWorthless3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is knowing nothing is commonplace
and, even though I thought I was so
I was exactly the same
I'll never say your name
because then this would feel real
and I would have to accept
that giving all I had
never meant a thing
does a wooden heart still beat,
or does it only leave splinters?
did you ever even think of me-
the weak girl who believed in
too many broken words?
s p i n e less
I'd bend to any shape
if I thought it would be enough
but when I was finally measured out,
I was found to be worth less
than a lie
I'm one of none, there's a
Under The Murky WatersChildren of the first sinner,Under The Murky Waters3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dragging his filthy soul at his tail.
He does not dare to look up
Where God's face resides.
Walking the earth; a pack of wild dogs
Scavenging the last pride,
Snatching what is left of mercy.
Down creatures, leeches in the murky waters.
Always on the move to a new pure land,
Hunting down every butterfly wing,
Slaughtering every young green bud.
Children of the massacre, slaves of the cannon
You have your hands down my throat,
Your knife sliding down my spine,
You say: "Keep your smile and greet Humanity"
I swallow the rocks; I wave for my brothers
I fell, I died , they walked over me,
cobblestones.cobblestones3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i pulled a napkin from the silver tin,
wiped the table clear, drops of ketchup staining the center.
i crushed the paper in my palm, felt the dampness reach the edges.
hurt cloud, she said as i let it roll across the table.
shooting baskets as the day ended,
the ball went over the backboard, disappeared into the dark.
she shrugged, then bent low, picked up pebbles.
your poor hands, she said. you have so many scars,
and you're still so young. (she, younger than i, saying this)
she touched one hand, then after a pause she took the other
without looking at me.
some things take so much courage.
we sat like that for a long time,
i passed two old women by the river.
one stopped, pulled off her shoe
and shook a pebble out.
it dropped into the water
and she continued on,
from the absence dented into her foot.
the other had stopped a ways ahead.
she waited and said, a pebble?
the woman nodded. her whole life
For All the Angry PeopleGrowling in the bottom of my heart,For All the Angry People3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Series of events, making anger spark.
Sitting here with hands folded,
As my plans of action bolder.
Deep down in my gut, acid drips,
In my mind cogs frustratedly tick.
Breathing in and out with manufactured calm,
Folded hands conceal the sweat on my palms.
Thoughts diseased with film clips of the past,
Cannot understand how the present and future clashed.
Muscles tensed with articulated contempt,
Logic tugs on Anger's shoulder trying to preempt.
Blue Heart SkyThe sky is showing scars of whiteBlue Heart Sky4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cutting through its heart of blue
Turning grey they feign the night
Raining rain they cry
It stains my eyes
No one seems to wonder why
This rain tastes salt instead of sweet
Forms salty seas beneath my feet
Who broke this blue heart sky
how to pay the plumberthe sun is born of ink that leaks from dog-eared galaxieshow to pay the plumber3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the night is made of copper eyes that pipe the constellations
but we are too polite to stare.
any hand that may brush my back must bleed the alphabet
from wearied fingertips, and this is why:
happiness is ice and crinkled bones all wrapped up warm in the
childless rings of saturn
and your smiling face-of-a-cliff that scorches pretty spring skin dry.
we will never say we will never love so
i will die beside,
you die below.
Flock Echo PassionThe gentle tone of your fingersFlock Echo Passion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
defly handling my thoughts.
You soften the regrets in my ribs
weaken the bones with love
pressed into my shoes.
You melt my marrow with murmurs
lazily spent in the mornings
rested on the sighs of your breath.
swallow my heartbeats
to keep them warm
and in tune with yours.
You unlock and rob my tongue of words
like a piano with too many keys
spilling its lullabies onto the floor
softly turning the locks of my mind
with the music in you
if I would only stop to listen.
biopsyput me under, cover my face, stuff my lungs with your chemical lies.biopsy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if they were to take me apart,
slice open my chest,
peel back the skin keeping me whole,
they would find:
a. one heart, slowly ticking.
(they would not find anything,
but they would have to say they did.
after all, girls can't live without a heart.
they forget that i'm not the first:
a score of girls walking even though
they should have faded long ago.)
b. each rib curved so perfectly,
a shield around my lungs.
(a cage, keeping my breath from bursting
out of my skin. know that this is just me,
held together by nature,
unable to lose control of myself.)
c. two sacs of cells, nestled beside each other.
(no first-hand smoke here, no sir.
only second-hand dust, only
things i could not get rid of,
only bits of places i've been,
caught in my body.
postcards of memories i can't see.)
d. a skeleton, still and alive.
(sleeping, with blood cells being produced
in the hollows of my curves.
the rattling of my bones cannot
comatose.i never told you:comatose.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i hated the way you smelled
like winter, like
fog or listerine or
something long forgotten.
i guess i miss you the way
i miss brooklyn,
all thirsty for a song
i've never heard, pining for
a place i've never been.
i never told you:
i keep your old promises all tucked up inside,
like bruises sleeping fallow
along my hipbones.
i promise i'll love you always, i promise
i'll fix the coffee machine tomorrow,
and if you let me,
i'll fix you
well, you never were a fixer.
what you are is tired, and you never understood
why this fucked-up little town
unmade its bed, swallowed an ambien,
swallowed you. listen:
we were always comatose, clutching
hands gone cold
my body's slave is my mind.it's barely summermy body's slave is my mind.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i've forgotten how to breathe;
i fall in love with strangers
before they even speak.
it's like i'm
within the pulsating crowd
like a fly trapped in a spider's web;
questions are spun
inferiority screams in my ear
& consumes all thoughts
until i can't hear
all the questions that are caught
between threads of my insecurities,
the fabric of my being -
tightening its grip
with everyone seeing
it's barely summer
but i can feel
each pump of my left ventricle
is an exertion against will,
& leaves me cripple
& frozen, still -
but feeling like i could run
before you could catch me.
i watch the moon
trade places with the sun,
racing against time,
but my day
has still not yet
palpitationsMy veins,palpitations3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blue born licorice whips,
weaving webs for blood spiders on my thighs,
thin cerulean shoelaces tying knots around my wrists,
hold fast, heartbeats pumping like gasoline,
I am living, but I am not alive.
The WidowI live on your breathThe Widow3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
as I devour your heart
your life becomes mine
The man died.........The man diedThe man died.........3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i felt another cry,
i saw his tears defying the strength in his eyes........
there and then wisdom dawned upon me
i felt its weight on my chest
my tongue heavier than ever
my heart lighter in its sense......
i saw the crying man
i saw the dead man
one a brother to the other
OhFingers in front ofOh3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
laced in light.
The arid, shifting
desert of your palms.
Sand in the beachgrass,
Listen to the shell:
it will teach
what is alive.
Tell your children it was the ocean.
The whole world
can hear you breathe.
Are you innocent yet?
and long, dark hair.
May she never hear the name
that you whisper through the dark.