andrew-orr
American
My name is Andrew Orr and I'm from Manistique, Michigan. I originally started writing poetry because I struggled with depression for a small number of years, and I used poetry as a way to help myself. Now poetry is a hobby. I don't write it very often, but once in a while I'll write.
It is night
And storms continually roar
In the land of dreams
Like long lost melodies
Like the butterfly that clings,
A little gift from Mourning Land
Blank misgivings of a creature
Moving about in worlds not realized.
It is night
And Time is flowing
All things are moving to a day
Of gloom
Clad in robes of sorrow
Unstoppable
Unavoidable.
A rapid ghastly river of Woe
Moving through the pallid door
Discordant melodies mixed
With ethereal dances
Time is ever flowing
And the illness called "Living"
is conquered at last.
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 4:07 PM UTC
Lying in the green grass
Basking in the yellow sun
Surrounded by blue water.
With a gasp I wake up
Remembering the dream
Colorless tears streaming
Down my face.
Suddenly I hear a jarring buzz
Breakfast.
I put on my white pants
My white shirt
My white shoes
Walk down the hall
With bright white lights.
I sit down at the
Big
White
Table
Eating plain yogurt
Swiss cheese
And milk.
I finish eating
And I walk over to
The Rec Room
Playing in the
Cold
White
Sand.
Day after day
I endure this pain.
Night after night
I'm in ecstasy.
But it's taking its toll.
My step becomes heavy
I wander around aimlessly
Wailing.
Then
I've had enough.
In a frenzy I start
Clawing my face
Hard
White
Nails
Digging into
Soft
Pale
Flesh.
I take one finger
And with maddening precision
Twist and tear
Into my eye
Until it falls
Hanging down my face
By the optical nerves.
I grab the nerves
Rip them out of my head
And with a soft
Plop
My eye falls to the floor.
Ahhhhh
Red.
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 4:07 PM UTC
Here, amidst the gray
Tombstones jutting like so
Many teeth from the ground,
One can discover
Mysteries: of silence, of sadness, of
Death.
The favorite haunt of
Night's children; a landscape of
The unknown, a city of many potentials
Waiting to be discovered.
Naked trees scattered here and there,
Their crooked grasping branches
Stirring in the cold gale.
As the burning mass of light
Shining like shards of glass
Falls lower and lower in the sky
And the world grows dim,
The souls of yesterday come
Out of their diurnal slumber.
Souls who wail like banshees
Lamenting their lost lives;
Souls who whisk about
Playfully, clearly enjoying the afterlife;
And souls that, upon meeting a mortal
Mournfully whisper
"Do you know who killed me?"
"Where's my mommy?"
But none can answer.
These souls are the true
Memento Mori, for they are
Not-so-living reminders that
We too shall enter their world
Some distant day.
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 4:06 PM UTC
Outside in the shadow
Of a Doubt, cast
By the Full Moon,
I sit in the arms of
Solitude, basking in
The silence.
Looking up at the
Star-lit sky, I blow a
Kiss to infinity.
Peacefully watching dark
Shapes go by: Night's denizens.
A flap of wings, a gleam
Of fangs; feeling connected
To these creatures, outside
In the shadow.
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 4:04 PM UTC
Bitter and sweet
When winter evenings fall
Slowly darkening it veils the soul
You can feel it like a
Shadow growing in your mind.
Under the pitiless scourge
Over the weltering body's decay
The wild waves sweep in twilight.
Three roses, pale as moonlight
Lover, ****** Widow
Rise from under the earth.
What is lovely never dies
But passes into illusion.
The foolish are so blind
So drunk and so mad.
Fresh tears sliding down
The face of oblivion
Shining like crystals
Within my deepest depths
Torn into twice thrice
Plus one, scattered like ashes.
Does Thou Love Too?
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 4:03 PM UTC
Mysterious, cold and
Heartless
Ruthless, hard and
Devious
Racing through your veins
Slowing you down
Your heart is throbbing.
You can scream
But only ragged gasps
And frothy foam will come out.
You are thrown to the ground
Eyes rolling back
Convulsing
Fingers clenched.
Weaker and weaker
Your life is ebbing away
Blank eyes
Still body
Slack mouth
Suicide by cyanide.
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 4:02 PM UTC
I am the newborn bobcat
sleeping in my den
I am the call of the raven
piercing the noontide air
I am the wind
blowing through the trees
I am the seedling
nestled in the ground.
I was the rain
falling at the dawn of time
I was a mighty and proud elephant
Crossing the mountains in search of battle
I was a dinosaur
colossal tyrant king
I was the coursing waters
of the once-great flood.
I will be the storms
that will split the sky
I will be the insidious plagues
that will haunt tomorrow
I will be the fire
that will devour lives
And I will be the end of the world
Coming closer and closer.
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
Running through the woods
Oh no!
Escaping from its clutches.
No one is safe, it's everywhere
It even got the Duchess.
It's very easy to succumb
Especially out in the slum
Quite fearsome are its touches.
Shaking limbs
Eyesight dims
Stumbling and singing hymns
The Devil's got you
Yes it does
It all starts with a heady buzz.
Down your throat
Feel it burn
Feel your stomach roll and churn.
Eyes roll up
Teeth are bared
Now your judgement is impaired.
What is this devil? You may ask
It sometimes lurks in cellars.
The older the better
Right down to the letter
In madness you can bask.
If you haven't guessed it
I might as well confess it
Wine is the devil
Oh so red
But sometimes white
I should have said.
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 3:54 PM UTC
Love is patient, Love is kind
Love is maddeningly blind.
Love is stupid, Love is moot
Love is terrible to boot.
Love can heal, Love can ****
Love can make you take a pill.
Aphrodite: What a gal
Lamentation is her pal.
Oh Venus, shining bright
Please don't make me go and fight.
Like a ****** you'll be true
You'll be sniff-sniffing that glue.
Oh so fair, without a care
Strip my heart and leave it bare.
Love is rude, Love won't wait
Love will leave you at the gate.
The Clock of Passion tick-tick-ticks
What is Love's number?
Six-Six-Six.
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 3:47 PM UTC