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Laniatus Jul 2015
In an instant
The vulnerable confidence within escaped...
Thud - As I cracked my head against the concrete.
For the first time
           in a long time, I thought
It was all over. I reached to the back
Expecting the fragile shell split;
The shell that holds my brain
But nothing.
Suddenly my left side went numb, tingled
And returned to leave only what I can describe
As pins n' needled heated to 100 degrees
Prior to their attack.
They ran from shoulder to my 3 middle fingers.
5 minutes now I sit cross legged on the concrete.
With fire in my fingers I press to push myself up,
I'm dizzy. I sit again for a while.
Nerve damage. Should heal? I hope...
******* BMX
Just a quick write with no edit, bit of a blog really I suppose after testing my bmx after a rebuild. Bike was lighter than expected and fell straight back on the back of my head. For a second I truly thought it was all over!
Laniatus Jul 2015
***** given
Uncovered - Hidden
Under hand, under night
Through the covers your eyes
Reflecting the moon and dilate.
A dusting of rain, a romantic patter
Fingers walking your *******
Outside and inside we exist as weather
Breath of wind running with sweat.
Like the rain tracing our window
We drip our salty drips;
No secrets, preoccupation - Only
Temptation to exist -
Let me know when you're ready,
Ready to let go.
Laniatus Jul 2015
Love is like a monster
With rose breath
And thorny teeth,
Red wide hearts for eyes
And horns of hope and faith.
Laniatus Jul 2015
A wooded glade webbed
Under a scale of stars

Mind suffering inquisition
As if stuffed in a jar

Then silver glows
Through crisp winter leaves

Yet shadows all dissipate
As I rise to my knees

Behind each minute, second
A forest of time

Clouds ebbing further
With the moon and stars inside

A pale instinct
As humble as a home

Each thought feels wind torn;
The price of being alone
Written last winter sitting in a near by common
Laniatus Jul 2015
Across silence
Rude stares
In equal measure
Provoking a quandary.
Voiceless words
And your invisible
Ink rests surely, printed
To my ear;
Likewise, in argue
And question
Our roughage will continue
To grow far over
Neighbourly walls and fences
To watch foxes
As they play
In the low sun:
Are you my fox?
Playing gestfully
Through the shaking weeds
Of deception in your heart?
I can write
Your ink, spelling your spell,
Juicing flower heads
Of their perfection.
No escape - all stems riveted
To the salty earths and float
As they're cut, like balloons,
Or spiralling rosettes, bleached
Then crisped by the sun
As your voiceless words stare
And watch my heart
Separate and drift away.
Laniatus Jul 2015
Timeless bliss parlous
Stained swollen limbs
Journey to the brain
...................................
Sweaty flushes, paroxysmal
Shuddering the dawn
Dying eyes quint, bursts of sun
...................................
Iron wings sink. Insatiable
to regain skyward winds;
Desire to glide insists change
Laniatus Jul 2015
Sweaty bones, cracked
         metal and marrow ionised,
Rusty toxins dripping,
         running the gully of the chest
Freezes
As sudden as it had broke.

Shaky, quivering limbs; fingers swollen
         like tiny girders
Ready to build - Again
The foundations of another fix.
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