Calamity.
Ardent Bowel
Ardent Bowel
Nov 29, 2012

Hands deal treacherously,
The wind brushes the ferns;
Calamity.

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Triiniity
Triiniity
Mar 25

I hid my misery in apathy when actually you would never understand what it truly meant to me. This agony is atrophy and it's atrocious how anxiously you wait to push me off the balcony. I'll call that anxiety. You'll wait till I'm feeling better and laugh at me then rapidly and happily you calumny push me off the mountain peek, but my vitality has helped me survive this fatality. Then you have the audacity to think that I will accept an apology from the very first person I trusted with every part of me when you were the first person to question my loyalty? Fuck that, that's insanity if you think you can walk away from me and come back so casually and the way you broke my heart is a catastrophe, and when they see the damage they'll call it brutality. I'll tell you so even you will see. In all honesty, I couldn't see a better reality than one without you and me.

Forbodes of calamity.
The Noose
The Noose
May 27

Echoes of yesteryear’s
Blissful laughter
Fade away
As new profound
Sorrow blooms.
Disoriented in the murkiness
Of a wistful haze
Writhing in unending
Spasmodic aches

A new day is born
The mid-morning
Deceptive sunshine
Briefly kisses my skin
The sweet taste
Of what it means
To be human

The paralyzing
Feeling of unraveling
As the May icy winds whistle
Through the eucalyptus trees
Forbodes of calamity.

Jessie Latham
Jessie Latham
Nov 27, 2011

I am in love with
Charisma
& the way it seeps
Into my skin
Branching into so much
More
Than heartfelt
Bliss
Echoing through alleys
& city streets
& colliding against
Patchwork fences
We know what we're
Made of
& although it
Dares you
You still inhale
& shake hands with
Your gorgeous
Fate
"Its all up
There
& its all you
Dream of."
Then don't let me
Dream, 'cause
By God
I'll never stop
& we'll keep spinning
Until I can
No longer make
Sense
Of my fingertips
& we sleep all of our
Morning graces
Far, far
Away.

And the sound of calamity
Jacqe Booth
Feb 9, 2010

You said to me
Stand strong and firm
And by mast you would
Set sail.
Stay and sate
Our love would prevail
The rampant hunger
That swells
The tide
and draws
The moon
Baited and starved
Into the night

Yet here I am
Alone at sea
With only the breeze
For company.
A seagulls song
And the sound of calamity
Lapping and slapping
At my ego.



Like bounty
Lost And found
In darkness and depth
And heaving chests
With rusty locks
And ghosts
Stirred and stricken

I cry silent and taken by the deep
I am green with envy that you might want me.

I am left to the birds
Stark at my post
And sailing single
In this boat built for two
I need you
To want me
Navigate and steer
And plot the course
Of my flesh
Saline sweat and brackish
Brine.



I am not a weed
Cast upon shore
A whore to the
Land-walker
No more.

I am ballast
And tempest
Uproar.

Downwind
I wait for your
Scent/
The descent
Of your body in mine.

I have time
And rhyme
And sailors song
To while the time
In which I long
And sailing alone
You will find me
Your boy lost at sea

Amy Y
Amy Y
Aug 1

Promise me you won’t stop screaming
if he tries to touch your thighs before
your raw and beating heart. And darling, even
when your ribs are thundering, head exploding
smoke and clouds, diamonds dripping salt,
please promise me you won’t give in--
I know they taught you not to pull a knife out
Of a stab wound, but if ever you feel
needles prickling up your neck, know that
goosebumps can also be caused by fear.

#fear   #sad   #dark   #relationship   #girls   #women  
Chloe K
Chloe K
Jun 24, 2013

We nestle into chaos like an old friend’s embrace,
Spitting fire-encrusted words sharp as the smack of my palm on freckled skin,
Under skyline bespeckled night like ebony, hearts like stone,
We became a self-consuming ever-implosive volcano.
Vodka slithered through our veins igniting synapses into eruption,
Your fingernails dug into my palm, your name hoarse on my throat,
We crave these embittered words, these scorched nights.
Mad as hatters, we beat on, drunkenly gulping down saltwater tears.
In the morning I’ll kiss your temple, love.
We forget our sins.

Fatıma
Fatıma
May 3

Broken bones
Of love
Used to be taut
But now all for naught

What did I do to deserve this
Endure this ordeal
Unasked for
Unprepared for

Beneath the shadows I lie
Torn limb from
Limb
My shut mouth
Made no moan

Silence

Drowning
I see a light
Of hope
To mend the bond

Alas
It faded
Shaded
By the ever-growing cloud
Of hatred
Anger
Separation
Making rifts
Between the loved

Bombardment of needles thrown
From all directions
Twinge you
Bleed you
Every droplet exuding my suppressed despair

Death is an option
But even death has a cost

There is no escape
Only pain
Only pain

Spewed my feelings.
#broken   #hurt  
for the calamity in the sky
ninesaturninenights

he didn't want her to know
about the bodies he stole at night
the lights he took from others
absorbed and snuffed out with his lust
the kisses he gave to cold strangers
and the listless caress he secretly yearned for
he loved her true, but inside he was empty
an inverted soul
desperately gasping for air

she knew so much more than she wanted
she saw him in her minds eye
stealing into the dark
devouring even the starlight
laying in the deep ground
with the cold people of the earth
but her heart shattered long ago
now she was only waiting
for the calamity in the sky
to kiss her homeworld
and make it rain fire

but he came home before the end
just in time for the sky to disintegrate
in time for one last truthfull embrace
two lovers in vestigial embrace
'neath a black sky
vomiting ash and dying birds
no prescence but the silence
no color but the red and the black
no life left in the universe

 
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