Burnt within his heart's agony
Forsaken by the moon
Bestowed by her eternal curse
He couldn't breathe
He's drowning in fear
The innocent he'd slayed
These dreams only made it worse

His prose structured constellations
Aligning to his onus
Reliance to the innocence that still resides
Wondering why the stars denied him
The hopes he had, diminished in an instant

"Why me!!?"
He growled with remorse
He didn't want this
He became what he hated
He became the vital source of hatred

His only solace was the sun
He once relented the only source-
That gave him light
Light of hope that never runs out

Staring at that silver spear
He picked it up, smiling
*And ended his life

moon
egg erupted
the sky's skin
the placenta a
high cloud
sheath

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too much light
for stars
the city's noise
drowning out the
music of the spheres

i wonder what
astrononomical
events we are missing

perhaps the
big dipper is
pouring heavenly water upon
the horsehead nebula

or orion
is touching
the cracking
moon
with
his

toe


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 6, 2014

Beneath the world of expectation
above the Hells of Satan’s lair
a body lies in mortification
and no one knows that it is there.

A ****** on a frosty evening
of lovely girl with sprightly nature
who’s only sin was of receiving
with evils own collaborator.

Innocence was wholly shattered,
deflowered just for being there,
her body beaten and so battered
and left there dead with just her stare.  

Terrified, transfixed, still staring
in that direction from where it came.
A beast so vicious and uncaring,
who treated her with so much shame.

There was no offer of protection,
there was no one to lend a hand.  
Just he who caused her such dejection.
Just he who placed her 'neath the land.

This girl of lovely disposition
never had time to say farewell,
was never found by expedition,
just left to rot and left to smell.

She missed a life of exploration
that night he took her life so ill.
Encircled now in forestation
beneath the soil of old land fill.

Her family sought, indeed, still seeking
in hope one day she may be found
and from her grave her soul is speaking
to all who walk above the ground.

One day she may receive response
by someone sensitive to call
someone who walks with such a nuance
that she may indeed perhaps enthral.

But until that time she lies beneath,
between the World and Satan’s lair.
Waiting for that one relief,
that all should know and all might care.

Two full moons
A lunar blue  
Thoughts race with my tongue
Spitting half of what I mean
Stumbling, Stuttering
Her moon sized eyes
Just raise the tides
In this ocean of love
I've fallen into

Mulch my heart
Let it sprout
These're the things I think about
Picking strawberries
In the sun
A yogurt container for everyone
This still kitchen
Squeak of mice
I'll leave in hopes of you tonight
Poor poem rhymes
Always fun
These sweet, cheap words for all and none
Stream my conscience
All alone
I love it here, I'm never home
Off and about
Somewhere else
In La-la-land all by myself
Where'am I going?
Do I feel frost?
Inside my mind, safe, but lost
Look inside
If you dare
And find the nonsense lurking there
Or even worse
Sensible things
That haunt me when I try to sleep
Cotton trees
Release their fluff
Too much sense, but not enough
Floating flying
Seeking trying
I wouldn't say that I was lying
But there were words
I should have said
That I've kept inside my head
*******, self
*******, world
It's too much, I'm just a girl
This poem, it seems,
Never ends
Just bends and bends and bends and bends
Repeat it enough
It won't exist
Things were here, you thought you missed
An infinite
Curving line
We never seem to find the time
Time finds you
You find it clear
The answer, seems, is almost near...
It burned your throat
The sour taste
Empty looks and silent space
I did not know
What I should do
Whatever it took to get us through
Little of this
Quite amounts
Is it just the thought that counts?
Glowing strings
Of festive lights
Remind me of that very night
Now they hang
Above my bed
And try to soothe my sorry head
The feather and
The daisy there
Assure me that of course I care
And drawings hang
Near that same place
Clouds and moons and outer space
And the single
Shard of glass
Reflects it all, all right back
Look into it
And what you'll see
Is not quite what it seems to be
But who's to say
It makes less sense
Than present, past, or future-tense?
Thunder rumbles
Through the town
And tiny raindrops roll on down
My window pane
Perhaps not yours
Gone far away to distant shores
Where waves and moon
Sing their song
I'm not so certain, I could be wrong
But isn't that
What you wrote
And sent to me inside a note?
Of the perfect day
you'd see
It long before it came to be
I thought it'd make
A lovely song
A lullaby that's not too long
Just long enough
To end a night
And tell us that it's all alright
It wasn't mine
To make it so
And I accept that we won't know
But then, a poem
Is never done
And perhaps one day it will be sung
If I've learned
Things from friends
It's that the circle never ends
The rotation
Becoming 'done',
The tilt of earth now hides the sun
Now it's time
For you to sleep
So nod your eyes and rest your feet
The thunder may just
Shake these walls
But no soon time will this room fall
The dark appears
With a kiss goodnight
When morning comes you'll be alright,