patricksporrer - Hello Poetry

I felt the echoes of you reflecting across time- Your knife pierced my heart, Opening old wounds- Scars that have yet to heal- Stubborn and skinflint, Resisting all natural urges to resuscitate the broken skin- An entrance now for evil to crawl into And desiccate the sacred soul. Your tears remind me of my own- A time when I once sobbed molten mountains Of softened crystals Over the devastating death of my friend- My old friend- The one who left me in the dark- Alone and humbled, Huddled in a hollow tree, Contemplating suicide as the rain poured 'round me And the cold closed in, Crushing all fleeting chances of hope remaining. Dead eyes stare back into mine from the refracting dew- Falling without a sound, Without a memory of you.

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Jan 14, 2018

Jan 14, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC

patricksporrer

Old Friend

I felt the echoes of you reflecting across time- Your knife pierced my heart, Opening old wounds- Scars that have yet to heal- Stubborn and skinflint, Resisting all natural urges to resuscitate the broken skin- An entrance now for evil to crawl into And desiccate the sacred soul. Your tears remind me of my own- A time when I once sobbed molten mountains Of softened crystals Over the devastating death of my friend- My old friend- The one who left me in the dark- Alone and humbled, Huddled in a hollow tree, Contemplating suicide as the rain poured 'round me And the cold closed in, Crushing all fleeting chances of hope remaining. Dead eyes stare back into mine from the refracting dew- Falling without a sound, Without a memory of you.

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Distilled by blackened blood, Our ancestral integrity Dissipates between damaged hands- Hearts and ***** Scarred by the jarring truth- Two lions warring 'til death. Transference imprisons Our fragile egos- Forces discomfort Upon the burdened soul- Dismembered and scattered By mercurial synapses. A once steel-trap mind- One-way vision- Sears apart And convolutes his confusion- Human ashes lost to the wind. Oh ancient wind- Bearer of truth- Whisk away my insanity- A mere whisper in the dark.

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Jan 14, 2018

Jan 14, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC

patricksporrer

Transference

Distilled by blackened blood, Our ancestral integrity Dissipates between damaged hands- Hearts and ***** Scarred by the jarring truth- Two lions warring 'til death. Transference imprisons Our fragile egos- Forces discomfort Upon the burdened soul- Dismembered and scattered By mercurial synapses. A once steel-trap mind- One-way vision- Sears apart And convolutes his confusion- Human ashes lost to the wind. Oh ancient wind- Bearer of truth- Whisk away my insanity- A mere whisper in the dark.

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Aimless, She sits sequestered horizontally Against currents of mindless winds- Her apathy uncontested By neither man nor wicked thing. Flightless, She flutters hopelessly On glass wings, Helplessly Frail Are the fragile little things That hold her head up Above the towering sea chains- Her lungs' heavy breaths Dull her spirit's grin And all her numbered days Tick away without a sound- Engulfed by the ocean's deep breath- Beneath insanity's serenity- She drowns.

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Jan 11, 2018

Jan 11, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC

patricksporrer

(She) As Andromeda

Aimless, She sits sequestered horizontally Against currents of mindless winds- Her apathy uncontested By neither man nor wicked thing. Flightless, She flutters hopelessly On glass wings, Helplessly Frail Are the fragile little things That hold her head up Above the towering sea chains- Her lungs' heavy breaths Dull her spirit's grin And all her numbered days Tick away without a sound- Engulfed by the ocean's deep breath- Beneath insanity's serenity- She drowns.

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Silence, In the mind Is what he strives for- Ushering sweet shushings Destined to fall- Desperately, Hopelessly, On deaf membranes- Eardrums cluttered And cloistered By juggling run rampart- Amuk. The color of blood Seeps down his forhead- Sweatdrops glistening Their crimson beauty- Reminders that his sight Is still unseen- Cataracts unsheathed Beneath Winter's chilling kiss Of endless doubt and drought. The frozen beauty captivates, Encapsulates his mind, And all his eyes roll back, And his hands are useless.

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Jan 11, 2018

Jan 11, 2018 at 1:24 AM UTC

patricksporrer

Creative Captivity

Silence, In the mind Is what he strives for- Ushering sweet shushings Destined to fall- Desperately, Hopelessly, On deaf membranes- Eardrums cluttered And cloistered By juggling run rampart- Amuk. The color of blood Seeps down his forhead- Sweatdrops glistening Their crimson beauty- Reminders that his sight Is still unseen- Cataracts unsheathed Beneath Winter's chilling kiss Of endless doubt and drought. The frozen beauty captivates, Encapsulates his mind, And all his eyes roll back, And his hands are useless.

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