This room reeks of apathy,
but the overwhelming smell,
the horrid stench creeps,
seeping from the jar.
I have crammed too much
stuff
into it.
This stuff of angst
disappointment
damaged pride
biting regret
insecurities
loneliness
tension
failure
pain.
Pain crammed into a jar
shoved into a corner of
this room.
The room that used to
reek of apathy.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 9:57 PM UTC
A temptuous squirm,
a deceptive beauty.
Hearts upon
hearts upon
hearts awaiting
attention.
Fast moving fins
in time with heart’s pace,
he finally found food
in this famished place.
The bait is baited
heavy
and clean.
Her shimmer he sees
blinds all that is
mean.
The striking mask is all he sees
blocking the evil within--
her unrelenting hold
will summon a sharp pain.
Don’t take the bait.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 11:08 PM UTC
She can hear him again
around every corner
whispering in every thought
barking at her heels
brushing against her neck.
That summer will never leave
It’s rooted so deep
the very veins of its being
choke every nerve
every laugh
every reaction
every fall
every song
everything.
everything
She likes to pretend.
A new twist
on a childhood game.
but she knows
knows he hasn’t left
he runs his nails
through her hair
before bed
then reads his favorite never ending bed time stories
worse than nightmares
worse than stench
worse than blood
worse than fear
never ending
never ending
never ending
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 8:14 PM UTC
she gazed out her large Window
into her deceptively handsome Garden,
the Ghost of her past lingering
around her fourth finger.
she used to covet such a Garden
when ignorance hid the effort needed.
It now begged for her
like a needy Child.
I had rid myself of love
I had rid myself of love
her eyes locked shut
refusing to open
to anything but an Ocean
tile’s embrace
and unconsciousness
provided the scenery
as she watched her Music
slowly ebb out to sea.
Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 12:26 AM UTC
Water races beyond the blue
emptying from flooded cloud buckets
pouring into hills, once new.
The untouched ground astounded anew
finding this performance a beautiful sight
of water racing beyond the blue.
Comes again, that rainy view
tearing ways for personal navigation
pouring into hills, once new.
Tears falling to pursue
gravity’s lustful attraction
so water races beyond the blue.
An overpowering river-way avenue
stole this knoll’s virginity
after water raced beyond the blue
pouring into hills, once new.
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 10:53 PM UTC
If your eyes can hear the words
If you ride phrases to another place
If your heart exhausts itself in submersion
The poem breathes success.
If the words claw at your eyes
If phrases keep you at a distance
If emotion is imbedded between each mark
The poem drowns.
Ring out the tears
and immediate reactions,
Hang out their sources to dry.
Inspiration reflects truer
after a strong wind of patience.
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 1:54 AM UTC
Peeve growled
at the gnashing, hypocritical teeth
took a step back to avoid another fight.
His pacifism remained unnoticed,
his pride maliciously mauled again.
It’s difficult to beat a pair of dogs
demanding retreat
yet never retreating themselves.
He has doubled his weight,
newly found power pulses in his pupils,
his lacerated skin begs for revenge.
Legs fully cocked,
pleading for release.
Try growling now, *******
I dare you.
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 7:13 PM UTC
As I watch the water explore the air faithfully,
I wonder where it comes from.
It rises
and it falls.
I want to be able to approach its origin,
discover why the water is compelled to
rise
and fall.
There simply must be a source.
This violent display of
rising
and falling
cannot exist without reason.
Alas, my searching is futile.
The rising
and falling
continue in spite of my ignorance.
Will the explosions of water always
rise
and fall?
Will they perhaps cease
if I find the very reason they faithfully
rise
and fall?
Or will I forever be impelled
to passively watch this persistent
rising
and falling?
I’m slowly beginning to give up the search
and started just hoping these monotonous eruptions
stop.
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 5:09 PM UTC
Accidental introduction
Slow destruction
Deceptive beauty
Slow destruction
Accidental introduction
An invasive species
Not something with which to be reckoned
It can not be reversed
Not something with which to be reckoned
An invasive species
Superficial beauty
Brief Enjoyment
Ruinous existence
Brief Enjoyment
Superficial beauty
Tendrils of beauty
Tendrils of expiry
Self contradictory by definition
Tendrils of expiry
Tendrils of beauty
Taking everything needed for continuance of self
Removing what is needed for existence of everything else
Choking a red-faced, forlorn life
Removing what is needed for existence of everything else
Taking everything needed for continuance of self
There is no escape
The reach has extended too far for reversal
All that is left is acceptance of destruction
The reach has extended too far for reversal
There is no escape
There is no escape
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 5:03 PM UTC
a barren Land to be
with tail trembling beneath.
the Silence echoes,
like the noise a toddler makes in the next room
when it’s time to Worry.
the tornado Heart sees not its Destruction,
but grows with time,
takes the fuel it Found for its source,
and picks of speed.
It’s Coming.
the only preparation for a storm is to accept Defeat
and just pray, cross your fingers, and hope
that the roof Holds.
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 5:01 PM UTC