Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

what remains...

charred piles of torn up memories

Exposed fragments bitter and lost.

Your Mortal fire burns

every piece, Deadly in its wake.

Is it ok?

Us, a tumor Malignant in nature, benign in fiction.

Your flourescent blue

engulfs until full

eating away all.

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Viperous, you lash

your tongue blackening my heart,

Fatal strikes one by one.

A blaze, your eyes bore into my sole,

Threatening to peel away the love.

It's snowing, particles drop to then end, smothering

my lungs arousing,

an Impending thought that we were not to be.

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust.

Exhausted, each letter drops

from my head to my feet

a blank screen behind these eyes

why?

understanding is futile

and wondering is growing weak

wanting, waiting

empty wishes

fall like ash

clouding my judgement.

just a fox and a hound

evading my pursuits

i'm left without your hand

warmth, smile, touch, breath

ingredients to your heart.

Mystified, my haze injects into my mind.

uncontrollable

my blood squirms

with a single thought

her...

polished, porcelain doll

of mocha caramel flavor

painted happiness, internal despair

all i ever think about.

waking moments reflect daydream hopes

dreaming scenes

of tomorrow

a ghost, a whisper on her neck

she'll never know.

rejection stings
birds before bees
you leave me at the end of a very thin string.
marionette fitting of your puppetry,
subservient to every deception,
you had me on my toes, yearning.
naive is the bird who believes
that bees understand her song,
exposed affection like down feathers
bees gather to gorge themselves,
weep honey unto selfish wings.
you: wasp, hunter of self indulgence,
I: bird, dreamer of ignorant bliss.

Weakness greets our calling cards
burning holes through the eye sockets
of our avenged lovers.
Rain arrows down upon those who
have lied through gritted teeth
spouting out cavity infested promises.
Smothered in flames, you will roast
In hell along with the tears you have summoned.
Happy now? As your tongue splits in half devouring
the grotesque shape your face has become.
Crumble to ash, you acid laced a**hole.
Suffocated breaths, gasp into clouds of rot
just like the tentacles you touched me with.
Deteriorating flesh flakes scales unfolding
the sinister serpent of your inner core.
You **** the essence out of life draining every last
drop, blood splatters rippling into sound.
Happy now? Your love was only a business card
And now I belong to you.

ace of spades aint good enough
throw out jokers
conteract homicidal daggers.
blood diamonds adorn queen
necks perched in high nests.
tar slicked jacks
blow clovers clumped
in sickly drips of black.
kings present hearts of gold
wrapped in tin foil
pricked with poison potent.
Suits one to four
draw a card
place your bet
21
it's over.

write me a poem
paint it with words that light up the page
make it glow like the fireflies we saw
on that august night

write me an epic
with a profligacy of pages
that flow to the floor like the stream
we ran through
on that august night

write me a ballad
sing it to your hearts content
let it ride the wind and float across the sky
like the stars we gazed at
on that august night

write me a sonnet
pour out your thoughts
have them dance beyond the clouds
into the sea
like the kiss you gave me
on that august night

Memories flood hearts....
Cascading wet tears over jagged sides...
Clench into fists, nails corroded with rot ....
Trembling lips part, release suffocated sounds....
Knees buckle to the floor....
Heated face stopping leaky eyes....
Wind sweeps knocking hands to clear stained boards....
Resonating chill reverberates off walls....
Eyes shut tight....
Fingers clutch weeping pump....
Allocate from edges blunt....
Dismembered morsel lay....
Rouge gushing, layered thin ....
Lifeless, body breathes....
One arm stretched out....
The heart continues to beat…....

Who, am I.
I am then
For what I should be
Could be
Would be
Now, not before,
If I ever was.
When now is near, not far,
And why is I,
Too many times ago.
But always I am thee,
Me and we in past tense
For tomorrow is merely
An hourglass.

i'm still free
uncaged
this bird
flies on.
Hold tight
for bitter
relief only
tastes sweet
with stability.

Graceful
bird
dance on
wind floors,
cut up feet
never felt
so good.
breathe in
the light
you seek.

Little bird
no need to flee,
fly on to freedom
warmth embraces
those in need.

Gathering the tools to set my fire alight,
Broken memories taking flight,

Touch my soul and set me free,
Other people who I want to be,

Project this image I see so clear,
A life not wasted on constant fear,

I will look you in the eye and play my song,
Teach me slowly about doing wrong,

Every opportunity analyzed to extremes,
Pushing past I was just being me,

Hit pause I'm stuck here again,
Ill be reliving these moments till the very end,

Supermarkets of life are we only here to love you,
Tempted to absorb a different twisted view,

Just one of those worlds I create in my head,
Where egos don't exist and where ruled by love instead,

Stick by my values not tempted to give pain,
Living through empathy won't all be in vain,

I will savor every drop till my lungs give way,
In my last breath remembering how I lived each day.


Lucious. T