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Mar 2012 · 856
The carnivorous
Brenten Hargrove Mar 2012
Grabbing shadows in the hole like alley way
I say
Where is the light you promised to show?
All i can see is my sillouette
Parking itself beneath the moons sigil glow
In the kitchen the size of a cabin Robust figures scramble around to service you
Grabbing Handfuls of bread to make a feast for immortality.

Shadows in the steet lights they crash and slam into eachother
scrambling to see  to it that their own lives are protected...
From who?
Just you?
The one who said feast on this and become what you see in me?
No longer can you be trusted benevolent and respectless...
So bring forth your evil and rain down your sludge
in the alley I'm grabbing footprints that lead to hospitality
Im stabbing peasants drinking essence from the stained blood that i touch
Now it seems so exact
Now i see..While dancing in this carnivorous place where i can see the moon
I've brought upon myself a strain a darkness we call doom
The sludge that you rain down covered in limbs bloodied from mastication
Is what we see in you...
A meaningless intolerance a public scream from excess bliss a carnage from the blue abyss
An alley way
The cavernous
Mar 2012 · 564
rosa
Brenten Hargrove Mar 2012
Its just like they said in the stories i've read
You cant tell a lie
Or your cheeks will turn
red and that must be why you are my rose
Thats why i hold you tight ignoring the bite
When all we do is misunderstood And i can
Tell you to keep believing thats when you know im acheiving
my Red rose your thorns are so nice today
Mar 2012 · 529
Can(t) be done
Brenten Hargrove Mar 2012
Now with the monsters on the move
There was a sadness , dread and doom
For all the clouds began to loom
Now is the time of the black balloons
There was a forest and you can assume
that no one came or went through
to find the valley in the fog
with numerous distractions
Turbulent  refractions
On the surface of black balloons
Mar 2012 · 644
giving
Brenten Hargrove Mar 2012
i cried myself to sleep
in the bathroom
beneath the the tile
i stood for days
until i noticed that my own morality was my cage
i owe you
a piece of myself
no one go's
where the shadows engulf and the judges incarecerate my sins
in the shameful end i will give in your morals aren't worth living
Mar 2012 · 685
parasite
Brenten Hargrove Mar 2012
let it go to give it back to them
when the words that you weep
start to become paper sheets give into loves leech and eat
let it come when your back is turned
around and when you lack the proper soul to reach out
and give it back
Take ahold of these things
only you can achieve
whatever world lies beyond these graves
Because you're insane
not using your brain
On the opposite side of this i'll say maybe
you should have it your way
take and leave the rest for the others to clean up
no one matters if they are in your way
destroy and maim all the people you tamed
just to keep yourself amused with the passing of age
let it go to give it back to them
when fate is just like a picture frame on shadows and whims
let it go to give it back to them
when love is wept on paper sheets and you give in to loves leech and eat
Mar 2012 · 416
wept
Brenten Hargrove Mar 2012
We can Keep on playing games
As long as i
keep my sanity intact
I just cant seem to break
those chains
i wont even seem to budge
if you wait
In your eyes i am seen to you just like the falling rain
just a blur before you will never see me again
I promise im not as hollow as i can seem
you were all alone
But when i saw you i walked into the room
And when i saw you with the moon on your cheek
I knew id never win
you just wait
Dont you try to cover up the nonsense
With this vision we cannot commit
little white lies that devour all the innocent
I wont cry when you figure out so just forget
Where does he go?
he never leaves a mark...
Ive only seen him when the earth stops!
Where does he go...
He never leaves a mark?
Ive only seen him when my heart...
stops!
When my heart starts to take away this pain
You spend all this time on earth
But none of that time is spent with me
I wish you could understand what this meant to me
You were all alone i couldnt find you
And now theres something wrong
I cant deny you this place we can call home
Somewhere we can be alone
But we wept
Mar 2012 · 896
comrade
Brenten Hargrove Mar 2012
You sniffle so gently like a whisper or a kiss
But it hit me and it brings me here again
Its always been so easy to shrug
cold and co dependent
to enjoy the emptiness
cold and defenseless
ive seen this
To flourish in lifes absence
And i still dont understand
Ive been this for more than you or i can fathom
So gently like a whisper or a kiss
You sniffle
it brings me here again
But it hits me
Its always been this easy
to flourish in lifes absence
cold and co dependent
Cold and defenseless
Mar 2012 · 1.9k
key
Brenten Hargrove Mar 2012
key
The time exchange is changing me
Repeating things ive known
Humans consume silly things just to fufill their souls
Passion splatters again amongst the windows
The scent of lust again against the pillars of his soul
So time exchange is changing me
Repeating things i want to know
I try to console the poets sense
with reckless hints of cruel intent
But if you wait for me my passion will splatter again around ladders just begging to crawl underneath
The pillars will shake from dead men to saints on shores of lust burning again
Humans consume silly things just to fufill their souls
with reckless hints of cruel intent
repeating things that I know
Mar 2012 · 670
Remember
Brenten Hargrove Mar 2012
When you choke me...
My sight begins to shift
Dark red spirals and firefly esque spectacles
Asphxiation.
A carnal pleasure in books read in jest
But when inacted, thrills my body to be numb to all but one sense...
You look almost supernal, they say what we enjoy was sent from perdition.
Above me jostling, By the way we moan i can tell...
Some primitive shriek and an attempt at communication
Gets lost in between the sheets of our bodies jubilation
A partnership made between lies and temptation.
My hands keep on slipping I grab and start preparing
your hair a frenzied mangled sport
my tongue is pressing ever forward
Our arms are wrapped, a lovers embrace
A complete release into a solitary state where actions become sounds
and shivering is garunteed.
the only time a scream is allowed during laughter
My
Sight
Begins
to
shift
A pale white angel porcelain like figurines, perfection only percieved she kisses and
scratches in acceptance and gratitude.
Dark red curls and deep green pasture like  iris's.
Gleaming with tears and startled by my endless
Captivation!
Mar 2012 · 960
ex press
Brenten Hargrove Mar 2012
I see red
But its just another
way to get into your thoughts
the way the links were set
are hovering over chimney tops
and  those lips licked wet
are shoveled through the garage i thought
you'd pay respects
But im the one left coarse from Morbid thought
These ideas draw the line
between fate and love at first sight
but its not the first time
and ive seen the lines get dulll then bright
a sine that makes dreams coincide
with lies of infidelity
that wouldnt happen between you and me
Im wanting these things i cant reach
trying to speak words with to big of a meaning
Im stretching out but noone can lend a hand
Ive brightened the windows here and let you in with my own will
I'll make this simple but it all becomes to much
I wanted you
Not like the sky wants to fall
But in love with you
Oh no theyve seen it all
And i can promise you the way i like to call out insecurities would never leave these run on lines for you.
Theyd never leave my egg shelled heart
Theyd linger over chimney tops out of grasp of the way and out of time
Mar 2012 · 1.1k
Narcissus Panacea
Brenten Hargrove Mar 2012
She gave me the Plankton
The lowest lifeform of her being.
Anointed  with this discovery
I too gave in and shared with her a deep
and impenatrable solace within me.
Such truths arent always shown in sight
of others.
Nor are they whispered in ear shot,
But somehow
She burrowed right through them.
Empathy in a female form!
And not jaded and wrought with thoughts of imorality.
Day by Day she would come and take frlom me these
deviant caverns and restlless ideals sprung forth from
absence of maturity in child hood and loss of faith
as a growing man in the seamingly uncommon trait and
beauty each human claims the next has deep within.
The savage mastication of delerious greed
Usually self righteous. Sweetlt nipping at the arms of the impoverished.
the malady spreading further through while the ogres stomp their feet for attention
puffing up their chest like creatures and only for a moments pay they contract a virus
all to familiar in their learned ways.
her delicate hands grouping at the flesh id presented brushing away the small
inconsistences and as i vaguely remember now and to this day
she slipped a finger inside and in the membranes and masses an ease would fall over me.
the rush of expelling all that ales you within is a euphoria like no other.
Yet each time she would leave something behind.
Mar 2012 · 443
uzumaki
Brenten Hargrove Mar 2012
on my second day of travels
   I found more than brick and gravel
     Waving Side to
                            side
You
Cant
Be
    waving
                                                                                     ­ t
                                                                                ­   o
...                                                            ­                 o
I looked to see this land Deprived                      r
of even its waving Sighs                               p
                         To see the trees stunnned u
to see the rivers dry, pollute and some sunset that will enhance my
admiration for the forested lands.
On this day
The sun was d e e p e r
The sky was Wide
I found more than than love and marvel dancing side to side
You
CAN'T
be
waving
Goodbye.
Feb 2012 · 637
tides
Brenten Hargrove Feb 2012
You are reaching so high
i know you are not worth decieving

Trainwrecks piled up in the dark
This is where our hearts are leading
this is where our mind stops
Patience you've got to leave your mark
turn on the spotlight , grow and watch
try to please the world and watch how quick she stops
You never know where your path will lead and so
you know its true that you must walk it alone
no one knows what the future holds and so
you must go where only your love will grow
Feb 2012 · 491
Amoreauxs ghost
Brenten Hargrove Feb 2012
one resounding note
and  im free from time
it forms the boundless lands that keep us searching on and on


what can you do when you need more than a friend
You cant read the way i lean towards
the nape of your neck to encase myself in the scent of your clothes
i just want what i want what i need is irrelevant
Take theses few seconds of solitude and pleasure
for the hours and days of reminisence that i usually spend alone

drifting on i wonder if i'll go blind
In search of perfection
hiding behind memories
to find insecurities
My heart may be the key
But for now i'll use my brain


How come?
It seems you've been here
forever
She will wander by
And you will always follow
just to find the scent of perfumed nostalgia beneath her clothes


until you've  gone all the way just to find her
when she has been beside you all along
you cant always recognize a lovers spirit
through eyes so vapid
hiding behind memories
to find insecurities
my heart may be the key
but tonight i'll use my brain


this is what you look up to
Bare bones right on schedule
Im to sure of it
Are you sure you want to believe


Dont stare its fate
You'll never know if you hesitate
Dont stare its fate
Sacrifice the guessing games


just let me in the right way
Feb 2012 · 1.0k
Drifter
Brenten Hargrove Feb 2012
The aching way my back will bend in
The unwanted gratitude
From bones maladjusted
Somewhere they could say im on
My way to victory
Behind every moment suffered
lives a note
A gift
with no other purpose
simple and fickle
With wounds on the hilt
Everyday they say
tommorow will begin anew
with little evidence
of any empathy
the blooming day
a slander on proportions of aptitude
gives no meaning to these endless meanderings
the timeless thoughts of generations
Feb 2012 · 2.5k
Oasis
Brenten Hargrove Feb 2012
Me and Jagged Teeth usually dont take this path, but , it was an unusually hot day.
The shadows from the trees grew thick expelling most of the heat
She always had badluck , tripping on her own shoelaces , getting caught in every mischeveaous
act and even biting her own tongue as she spoke. there was a day unlike this one where she claimed dominion over
the forest we walked, only for  her to fall face flat from her throne , a trunk cleaved by lightning it seems,
and chipping her tooth on a very vicious rock.
forever since that day i've called her Jagged Teeth
"there it is" she spoke pointing towards the middle of the path.
A large filter of light from the sky fell upon the center ,
the sun seemed to have chosen this one spot where it would torture the wood.
"this is where the heart is"
she whispered. "they say if you make a wish here in the sunlight..."
"Who cares!!!" I yelled. It was beutiful enough without all of her fairy tales.
Never had i seen nature at peace with itself in such a way... No sound would echo
through except the chirping from the crickets and the buzzing from the gnats.
They did not swarm here or attack...Nature was at peace with herself.
"You dont belive me?" Jagged remarked
obviously not, i thought to myself . "How would she know"
"I'll show you then"
over where a patch of
flowers were swaying in the breeze she stumbled over a vine,
turning, to me and giggling at herself,
peculiar enough the flowers were taller than us
She moved them aside crawling on the soft
bed laden with petals and worms and other beuteous things.
She swept away some soil and dug her hand underneath  
and up she pulled a small white daisy, roots and all...She looked me in the eye
"Quick!, Before it dies"!!!
She bolts back out of the thicket of flowers i
stayed confused at how she knew so much about this,
from the corner of my eye , where she picked her treasue
a small snakes head rose up from the soil...
"Hurry" she exclaimed  i ran to her. "There was a-"
"SHH!"
Just watch!
slowly she walks to the heart of this  Oasis and holds the flower at eye level. Slowly picking each petal one after the other ...
"so what " I thought but then, the petals flitted in the wind like a tornado was around them and each white petal
burst with color into butterflies one red, one green, one blue, one yellow , one black and one white
They flew around us growing larger and larger until they burst into hundreds,
flew up into the sunlight and exploded into petals each a color of those butterflies
I could only smile. Magic before my eyes and Jagged was the one to show me.
"How did you know of this place, Jagged?"
she skipped towards me and smiled. " I saw it in my dreams." She explained "BUt hurry before the sun goes down!!!!" "Make your wish!!"
Excited i ran towards the flowers taller than my head. Leaping i fell on the bed to my knees and reached deep through
the soil of this hallowed ground. I felt the emptiness
of this space and reached deeper my hand grazed something soft and i grabbed and pulled it out
A low hiss and a stinging sensation was on my hand. "Benjamin!!!" cried Jagged
but before i could turn to her i fell darkness came over me like a thick shadow...
As Benjamin fell Jagged caught him in her arms he convulses and shivers.
"Help!" She Cried and begged and pleaded
"Help, I dont want him to-"
"Die?" muttered a soft deep voice
"N-No...I do'nt...Where are you??"
"Beneath you." It hissed and from below the snake transformed into a figure reminiscent of a human in a dark robe it dressed and spoke softly,confidently and quietly.
"What did you think the price of the young life you took was?"
"Young life?" she queried. "The Daisy...But i didnt know!!"
"NO ONE EVER KNOWS!! They Come and mutilate and ravage this land like savages and expect no retribution!!" He booms causing the infinite chirp of the crickets to cease, the sun to sink lower and the flowers wither deep into their bed.
Jagged Teeth cowered before it crying and sobbing silently , gripping Ben tighter.
"But I'm sorry..."
"Sorry will NOT bring back the life you took selfishly ,Child...Now leave him here, the poison in his veins will soon end him leaving  him to become part of the Oasis..."
"No!!!"she cried
"YES!"Declared the spectre
"Now leave this place, and the LIFE that is the cost..."
"Take me instead!" She begged
I've already done this deed little one. I cannot reverse this..."
"You lie!.." she retorted "If this wood can grant wishes I'm sure you could..."
The shadow leaned towards her Smiling widely, grimacing its teeth blindingly white but eye deep and black.
"You would give your life for his and the little sprite you took?"
She kisses benjamin on the forehead and lays him gently on the bed of the forest.
Standing sloely looking it boldy in the eyes;
"Yes..."
"FINE!" it hissed
Spininning the spectre turns bright white  and consumes Jagged Teeth...
*
"B e n j a m i n..."
I turn to see Jagged standing in the middle of the Oasis.
"J a g g e d!" I yelled runningtowards her.
I see behind her a figure ghastly grinning with darkened features...
I reach out towards  her and so does she.
The ground, thick like mud slowing me with every step. On my arm is a grasp cold and sharp. The figure is clutching
my wrist behind me but i keep running, the closer we get more of the spectres appear...closer and closer...until everything is black. The spectres ooze black liquid and i scratch to reach above them. I see Jaggeds limp hand and before i can clasp it in mine we are swept away by the black mass of the river...
"Jagged Teeth!"
I lurch forward and scream.
The room i awake in is white and a loud beep is blipping in and out. The door slams open
"Ben, Sweety its ok it was just a bad dream!"
"Where is  she mom, Where is Jagged!"
"Honey, Who?" she replied
My heart sinks into my chest and my head into her *****...
-
Behind her she closes the door. She did her best to calm him but he still seemed restless,distant even.
What was this Jagged toothed monster that haunted his dreams?
She motions herself around the corner and she sees through the window where her son is resting. The doctor is standing there looking confused with his charts mumbling about anomalies and other inconsistent data.

"Will he be ok?" asked bens mother
"Yes, But he seems rather Dillusional.."remarks the physician
"Its an act of God that we found him in time, the poison he was subjected to was more than three times the fatal dose...."
Bens mother clasps her purse and reaches into it to pull out a cigarette.
"Thank you doctor..."
She lights her cigarette and inhals the white fumes.
"When can we go home?"
"Well lets run a few more tests, I want to make sure he is ok, Physicallly and Emotionally."
"I understand.." She exhales violently
"Where was he found if you dont mind me asking...?"
"He was outside of the Forest, Hell i didnt know he was the adventuroud type...Hell inever even Knew that place existed until now..."
She drags one last time on her cigarette before ashing it in her hand
"Looks like he's been through hell."
Feb 2012 · 555
Labor divine
Brenten Hargrove Feb 2012
I've got a thought that inside my head
I think can save mankind But i have no pens or hands at all
And I'v become illiterate with time.
My bones are strong for work and time
But only rest relieves the mind
You are a tool of dissonance
Your labor is divine
But what of your quiet repentance
That you faked to cover your crimes.
Its harder to realize
How one thought cant simply change My mind
an action is better
Than trial and error
But therein the problem will lie
No pity for the wicked
In this time of submission
WE are singing
And w e know of time.
Your dissonant semtries and warring for centuries
is damagining our labor Divine.
Feb 2012 · 720
remember
Brenten Hargrove Feb 2012
When you choke me...
My sight begins to shift
Dark red spirals and firefly esque spectacles
Asphxiation.
A carnal pleasure in books read in jest
But when inacted, thrills my body to be numb to all but one sense...
You look almost supernal, they say what we enjoy was sent from perdition.
Above me jostling, By the way we moan i can tell...
Some primitive sriek and an attempt at communication
Gets lost in between the sheets of our bodies jubilation
A partnership made between lkies and temptation.
My hands keep on slipping I grab and start preparing
your hair a frenzied mangled sport
my tongue is pressing ever forward
Our arms are wrapped, a lovers embrace
A complete release into a solitary state where actions become sounds
and shivering is garunteed.
the only time a scream is allowed during laughter
My
Sight
Begins
to
shift
A pale white angel porcelain like figurines, perfection only percieved she kisses and
scratches in acceptance and gratitude.
Dark red curls and deep green pasture like  iris's.
Gleaming with tears and startled by my endless
Captivation!
Feb 2012 · 608
disdain
Brenten Hargrove Feb 2012
On my morning Stroll again the air is heavy
impenetrable thickets of humidity and mist
The gravel underneath me cracks ready to cave in
Concave burial for my feet I need to rest
On the lawn where i must wait
There is always one little blue ant
Nibbling at the decomposing skin of an apple
Devouring the essence
It carries away with it something
for this warm morning
a star DID shine
With this now i know why i write
the things i do about you in pencil.
I walked again this morning this time the air has stopped
A mass of red abdomens lurk over the gravel
and underneath there is an earth quake
The red ants snatched the apple leaving the one blue
and i wonder if i could crush such a force
without you
Feb 2012 · 962
scent of sympathy
Brenten Hargrove Feb 2012
let everything thing you say sound unpredictable
that it is  hard to believe
and no one will ever decipher those
incomprehensable
tools of mortality


i pull out my bones to dig a new grave
In the side of the road where we used to play
Where the grass was pulled up but the roots they never gave

The scent of their blood on the air is here always
a delicate dust lies just beneath
accept that
and with  the casket leave the flashback
i want to be set free
no one can tell me
i want to be set free!

and if you've forgotten
i know you can forget your first love
forget that surprise the way you feel at sunrise
but in those eyes i cant let go

inability to focus on change
the trauma is set
trying to pledge a heart to a fugacious stone
trying to force a hand into an ephermal sound
no one wants to fade away

ive tried to capture a true change ive tried to manage pieces
obscure paths and bold statements traverse through centuries
confied in  whimsical plague
Your contagious inure
I want to bring about in you a melliflous love

Burst  forth in lands luminescent and redolent

I will give you unto the shooting stars and wasted spaces
Something that will always leave you faced with
the inability to fade away
one of opulent Petrichor
that dissolves with the clouds
Feb 2012 · 606
esprit d'escalier
Brenten Hargrove Feb 2012
i dont think i will ever forget
How quickly she came running
She was always such a little whirlwind
Unable to justify this brutality
I watch the red kites fly in the sky
When will they fall again to give me this message
Give me one more meaning and one more word to say
But wait...
There he goes waiting again
I'll never let him overthink sorrow
with his golden kite in hand it falls from the auburn scorched sky
He never moves an inch and in this setting sun i will never find my spirit
There she is again running
will she ever learn that
When i say goodbye its meaningless
How quickly will i forget
Regardless of how high the mawkish red kites fly
there will always be
a never ending search for my spirit in a mid summers sky
Feb 2012 · 615
Hey Hey HEY
Brenten Hargrove Feb 2012
Malice and Contempt on the faces of astomatous men,
Encroaching
Scratching on footsteps they glide.
Outstretched limbs attached to husks of Decadent Skin,
Floating,
The spectres golden oblong shaped eyes.
Yet still I witness the bodies of enlightened men Entombed...
What figures will be left to divide?
They poisoned any hope of asomatous redemption
This acidic virus will erode away at all time...
Feb 2012 · 566
Z
Brenten Hargrove Feb 2012
Z
We can flit about in inexhaustible
fury and the fervor of life is ours.
Entranced between the gates of conciousness and
natures infinite lust for possibilities .
With wings strectched beyond  broad skies
antenna sense vibrations
we glide gathering energy from the sun, a driving force throughout the wood.
Sudden gravity and I can no longer glide
Was
this contemplation an act to enervate the minds restlessness?
Or am i a faculty in some other life forms rest?
Z cant find the answer to the shade of his wings
but the truth is in unique percieved reality
Brenten Hargrove Feb 2012
She is the water bearing spirit
near the lake at night
Combine this mild duality
to trickle down and decide.

What trusty steed to ride upon
What unwritten creed to follow through
To follow a path rarely walked along
with such blessings from a single few.

A connection split by folicles
Words spoke and motions methodical
Cherished cohabitation and
an Astonishing Conflugration
That rewards our Versimilitude
with love.

My four hands can guide you
my steady minds can show
Though i carry less than water
My true passion is to grow.

My mild to frank multiplicity
Your Bold and cautious stance
to consumate our loves authenticity
I'll, for you, rarely take this chance.
Feb 2012 · 569
Investigate
Brenten Hargrove Feb 2012
i know the culprit ive made the mistakes
but i wouldnt have it any other way
i know its late
move on
I know the solution
I know who to blame
But if you wont have me or even look my way
i know its late move on
maybe i can wish you away
Maybe i can accept defeat
maybe i can wish you away
But that just wouldn't be me
Apparently nothing
the lies, i admit were made for this specifically
this is what I wanted it to be
Force your hand and made me see
Destiny in your mind at least
you were so easy to deceive
apparently nothing
I am the culprit iv'e made the mistakes
But i wouldn't plan it any other way
Everyone saw all along
but if you would let me
it wouldn't have gone this far
I know its late move on
And maybe you will see me again
But who knows how right i'll be
Maybe you will see me again
But thats something i cant concieve
And that just wouldnt be me.
Everyone knew all along
Feb 2012 · 398
Caesura
Brenten Hargrove Feb 2012
Just tell me that its what it seems
And if its what it seems
Just tell me you wont take a shot
Just tell me that its all a
game
Oh i think its a
shame
You wont give up your chance to play
Just tell me you want it a lot
well i guess not
No one bothers
just give it all that you have got
well i guess thats a lot
no one will remember

— The End —