World War Z: EndingsThis was found in an elementary school in the outskirts of Biloxi, Mississippi written in what appears to be crayon on the wall. It is unfinished and heartbreaking. After ten years, the bones are still gnawed and evident.World War Z: Endings in Free Verse More Like This
Fiends of the flesh,
harboring the truer life.
On they came;
The moans begot more
The moans made sleep worse.
Caught in the moment,
There was solace in this
when they came back.
Dripping blood and gore
Making our family
Humanity ended here.
Under scores of grave-ridden nails,
the barricade fell
to the soundtrack of Hungry wails.
Worm ridden flesh
was the Law of the Land.
They come for me now,
I hear them in the halls.
Chewing on the doorjamb.
Chewing on the walls.
Hearts grow frozen
Of me there was no trace;
Of me there was no fac
leadenFields of sodden and gray wonderleaden in Free Verse More Like This
held sway on bubbling laughter
Just see the edge of forgiveness for another
wandering Death smile
Too many questions in the air
Too many faces in that lonely place
Grasping straws and letting go
Drowning in the cemetery
Ribbons tying love to regret
Blasted furnace of her heart
Blackened ashes snowing
Tightrope walking from the start
There she was again; just normal control
Pulling clumps of weeds
as the best friend died
Build complicated reasons
No net to catch her now
Out-shined by brutality
Its all old now
Faithfully lapping sweaty tongues
on fading Percocet
Who gets Mystified?
The sun shows sweeter
and simpler truths
Feel Sober breaking veins
loosening the strains
Tilt her head to the stars
Beat her heart into mercy
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The Fallen beneath you
Goddess of the severed light
Snatch nature to your Will
More lust than forgiveness
Penetrating resolve from
temperamental Holy fires
I came upon you there
Praying for the kill
Another serpent in the grass
Make water into wine
Darker clouds marking Black reasoning
I was always tired of being
Walk forthright into those teeth
Dripping insanity pushing me further
Here we were all 7s again
Maybe this time the cold earth
would beg resolve
Gripping tears onto the thing Man fears
And here you come, wrapped in ashen wings
Again harder than light
Offer me more than just hope
Offer me more
Let the demons dance in your name
Come down to me
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under the bed.
A familiar warm spot,
burrowing into my forehead.
1s and 0s played out
a sick fantasy.
Hold on to lesser dreams
Play in the fields of the
Hope against Hope to
Hold on, stay inside.
Loose radio transmissions
reminded me that this was
all an illusion.
Deeper voids in the Closet,
shook me all night long.
The rain outside played
with my heart.
Along came a spider
and made me love her.
I Have Never Wanted MoreTo seek an end to time itselfI Have Never Wanted More in Free Verse More Like This
That such a moment as this
Could be forever frozen
The leaf fall stilled
In midair freefall
Early frosts bade to spare
The bounty heavy laden
Fixed upon the apple trees
As seasons turn and turn again
Yet there is to be no cessation
Of the trickling stream of sand
Flowing forward endlessly
Taking all that I have ever known
Reshaping and unstitching
Every dream I ever had
Each fragment passing beyond my reach
A realisation that this too shall pass
But nothing could inspire me more
For until the earth stops
Whirling around our flaming sun
In an ever expanding universe
My passion and fervour for truth
Keeps my focus on the day
And when a veil is drawn
Upon the stage of life
With a firm willed smiling end
This film will fade to close.
A Game of WordsCreated from the dust of earthA Game of Words in Free Verse More Like This
Bound tightly by
Sharp brambled love
Prone to wonder
Lust and hate
Speaking only truth
Abnegation has no part
Flights of wanton fancy
Forgetting all it never ought
Aspiring to virtue
Yet irreparably flawed
An inconstant maelstrom
Until the last setting of the sun
A conclusion of sorts
Stilling then forevermore.
InsomniaDreams. Nightmares. Unforgettable nights of longing for the things so far away. For the things that scare me. Pleasant tales of love, overthrown by stories of hell itself - all unfolding around my bed. My red sheets are the bloodstains on the gray wall one night, a bouquet of roses the next.Insomnia in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
What are dreams? Imaginary places of make-believe happiness, as if some form of natural prozac? Realms where fantasy is pushed beyond the borders of our very imagination?
I can't tell. I don't want to. My dreams are chapters of the book of my life, they're the red ribbon on the edge of the next page. Never managed to do much reading with my eyes open. Why, God why, would anyone want to live in something as shallow as reality?
Being awake is torture. It's a red car flashing over the gray asphalt, it's the fast lane with me behind the wheel - pointless and fatal. I never got my license, you know. And for good reason; I don't want to control things. I don't need any kind of control, all I need pure fr
March, 2004Soon enough, it got hard for meMarch, 2004 in Free Verse More Like This
to ignore the pebbles of broken
glass buried in the seats
of her attempted-suicide car, or
the night you cut open your legs
only to find them filled
to the brim with nothing
but cold blood and fresh ice.
I could smile but I was stuck in your war-
time car crash, fighting to breathe
over the exhaust, the sky dark and thick
with the unspoken, and she, your mother,
was confined to forced peace,
rounded corners, no butter knives
or shoelaces, hidden scars, white light and white, white walls.
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the crows have taken their pound of flesh and eaten it raw,
dragging their voices down the chalkboard sky.
medicated, i watch them feed with empty Auschwitz eyes,
every day is the same claustrophobic affair over again.
i miss the taste of axenic fear in my throat,
but my new world is monochrome and i am forced to swallow their synthetic ambrosia.
twisted into my fetal pose, i mark the walls misted from my metric breath,
they say those in glass houses.. but i have no stones to throw
or i would waste this crystal mausoleum from the inside.
they nailed my wings to the floor,
they keep me tranquilized and tell me this is home.
the shower drains are clotted with famous last words,
this is where savages and wandering savants come to die.
i am the leaden albatross around my own neck,
my metamorphosis brought me here.
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Healing My Heart
I thought a day like today would never come
When a sincere smile finally broke through
And I've grasped onto this sense of freedom
When I forged this connection with you
I was so deep into it
Thinking I never would get out
Being stuck in the past has made me into this
But now I hold my head up instead of facing down
Because of this, I've realize there's a difference between my tears
I used to only shed the ones for all of the mistakes I've made
Which I've cried for all of those long, and lonesome years
Until today, so I'm overwhelmed by the relief you gave
Undone, unvexed, unbroken
The difference is the forgiveness
Unbecome, unsilenced, unforgotten
The pieces have become painless
I waited for a night like tonight to arrive
When I could finally sleep so peacefully
And for once I have never felt so alive
When I found myself dreaming faithfully
I had no choice but to force my own hand
So I took that mass of hurt and made