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trent-kutchara
I am naught but human.
Words carried on ears in hearses dead and deaf headless on the back of horses carrying axes stalked by a lumbering mob armed with torches and pitchforks hunting for sport. hiding among the herd different but not by much reality and fiction blurring and becoming lucid leaving me clueless It keeps coming down this way breaking over in intervals and phases breaking like the waves of a tepid and unenthusiastic ocean droning bloating and lurching then slinking and retreating, bringing lost thoughts back to me caught in a fit of Cognitive Dissonance restless and oppressive Spread and Sprawled out on the floor surrounded by animated bones swirling through the night air and coalescing into skeletons dancing through draculas dining hall stalling my fall with wandering thoughts suspended in air by a fanciful imagination fleeting as the floodgates open and it all comes back full circle again..... I can't keep hiding behind my dreams like this anymore.. it's time to face the real world now.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
Cognitive dissonance.
Spikes form from the skin Splitting ends to poke out their eyes Spitting acid to stifle the cries A Shield of bitterness stinging Images seen singing into my memory Dissipate into a mass of spiders, fleas and mosquitoes to spread my disease as fast as possible Hopping, buzzing and crawling slowly... but surely scourging and scouring bearing down every waking hour biting and binding in beds of web infecting and swarming unheeded warnings irritation and sickness, a plague of anger global anguish pain and unhappiness. Nothing left for me. I'll be gone soon With nothing to show but a festering wound. I opened up and everything fell out. Now all I can do is drag my feet through my intestines and feelings As I trudge away in defeat.
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Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
Plague. (on the spot poem, apologies if it *****