-RoTh-
Where do I begin, like Charles Dickens I was born I lived. / or Darwin with what I became through personal evolution. / Should I begin at the end, here lies RoTh he was an owner of hats and a wearer of shoes..... / I wasn't born a writer, but writer I became. / I wasn't born a sinner, with ashes for a name.
I spent all my time dripping knowledge of mine, to mark this meandering path.
Through the tree's, so frought with disease, They crackle a haunting laugh.
Held out through the gloom, my lantern so soon, lost it's comforting glow.
Growing cold in my grip, that now darts for my hip, to ****** the pistol I stole.
It knew the corse language of damnation, and ****** was on its breath.
It spoke in the dark that wouldn't depart, blind striking for blood and death.
Each strobe threw devil's, on multiple levels, their shadowy forms amiss.
Bullets screaming passed trees, where no one sees, the price of the Devils kiss.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC
I choose a nail, pitted and black, made from darker dreams.
I drive it home with my hammer, that's made of shaking screams.
I took another and looked closely, it bore the name of my enemy.
I drove it in with a crooked grin, into the flesh of infinity.
And now for the jagged one I call sorrow, that I fashioned myself.
I drove it deep, between lack of sleep, and my heart upon a shelf.
This one in my trembling fingers, it reminds me of how you cried.
When I hit it with the hammer, a part of me withered and died.
One by one I drive these nails, while my pulse is droppin.
With grinding teeth I sink my blame into the lid of my own coffin.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
A man of liquid emotions, fed off of desire.
Until he began to drown, in euphoric waves of fire.
Fear fed the flames because of older burns, that he had once suffered, and lessons never learned.
Lashing out in every direction, to fight for what he needs.
Like a blind viper strikes the air, for anything that bleeds.
Falling behind, gnarled and seething, when push came to shove.
And so he bit, because he couldn't forget he once was injured by love.
But change was in the autumn air, and cleaned him of his hate.
I hope this came as a reprieve, and not too little too late.
None of this was aimed at you, I am trying very hard.
Because I was once injured, by someone else's scars.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
I found my life long companion, and sorrow was her name.
She wore me like a gown of time, within this world of clay.
I remembered how I use to smile, in a world so far away.
Ashes came like sheets of rain, from trees that wept for me.
And darkness swooned a deeper gloom, beneath my burning tree.
I wish my wounds were fatal, so I could simply die.
I wish that it was raining, so they couldn't see me cry.
I found my life long companion, and sorrow was her name.
She wore me like a ****** scar, within this world of flame.
I remembered how I use to smile, but now it seems so far away.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
Shred the lines that separates, my hands from the touch.
And blur the space, the hindered taste, with words that ache so much.
Driving south with my hands clenched, while my heart is breaking.
Bridge the gap, and take it back, the tears my soul is making.
Feeling alone doesn't cover, and I can't bring myself to speak.
Tried my best, for a moments rest, as my emotions begin to leak.
From eyes so hard they break my will, I couldn't let her see.
Each time I try, and surely die, this shell becoming me.
Topple the wall that stands, between my love and I.
Turn my head, from what was bled, when a devil stopped to cry.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
Passion held back comes in a flush on the face, trembling hands that lead in for a kiss.
A moment still framed in time like a beautiful insect suspended in amber, glistening for an eternity.
Hands gripped, tongues danced like dreams.
Tender bites, perfect in time.
A flicker that passed and is now gone, but I swear I can still taste that first kiss.
I can feel her hands slide over my arms, just as mine cupped around the small of her back.
On her tip toes like a ballerina held in the pose that gods dream of.
Forever suspended in my heart, my own beautiful firefly.
Dancing across dark purple skies of serenity, leading a lost soul back home.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
I spoke of life that encompasses, what many couldn't find.
You know what I said was a fallacy, a ripple of the mind.
You told of love that embodies, what I never had.
It's hard to grip and watch it rip, driving me slowly mad.
I drank from an empty cup, that only echoes my breathing.
In a world of lack and indifference, between lines for backward reading.
I reversed my point of view, to filter out the screams.
I stopped by heavens attic, to buy
Jesus's tattered jeans.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
I will bridge the gap between today and tomorrow, with this newspaper pirates hat and this wooden sword I borrowed.
I put on my favorite red PJ's the ones that cover my feet.
I close the curtains and lock the door, so mom and dad can't save me.
I put all my toys in the toy box, and lock it down tight.
He is clever but I am smart, he's not using my friends against me tonight.
The only one left out is teddy, the bear with only one eye.
He is the oldest of all my friends, it is good that he is willing to die.
I turn off the purple dog night light, I will need the element of surprise.
He will give away his position with his breathing and glowing eyes.
The backdrop changes, I am six foot four, my blade is curved and razor sharp.
In its cave I have crept, I am here to cut out it's heart.
In the dark I stand, the bear is next to me.
I dig for courage in the face of fear, to be the warrior I have to be.
"You have hunted me all my life, and I'm standing here to say. I have my red armor on tonight, and only one of us walks away"
The creature moves like a nightmare, I slice and hear it scream.
Black blood follows the path of my weapon, as it surged closer to me.
With a perfect stroke, I hear it gnash and whimper.
With my blade dripping black, I turned it into a pez dispenser.
This little boy in red pajamas had bridged the darkness, it will echo through his years.
This little boy with wooden courage, had killed the demon called fear.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
Behold the man with crystal eyes, and chest full of much regret.
Behold the fool who realized, but can't turn back just yet.
Look upon this somber creature, who broke his very own heart.
With empty words and hollow features, ripping his world apart.
Notice how he holds his breath, but still he cannot cope.
See how he begs for death, on thin strings of hope.
Look not in his direction, because it is a sin.
Or you may suffer from his affliction, and become as fractured as him.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
I fell through life like a stain glass window, held aghast by vibrant shards.
Cascading memories no longer held in limbo, that tore the edges of angry scars.
Grey muscles of weary matter, hold onto things that wish to thrive.
But all of this is idle clatter, when letting go is the key to survive.
I tried to tuck and roll, I tried to absorb the blow.
I watched those streaming colors make their mark, as I let my inhibitions go.
I am the wrecking ball haggling for momentum, a simple object in the apex of my swing.
And something sour I failed to mention, a beggar who killed the king.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 7:32 AM UTC