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Standing here with the world upon my shoulders
As I watch my dreams ignite and smolder
The greenest storm clouds are encroaching
The city's on fire, on the horizon I can see it smoking

All I can see is flames, around me the fire's rage
I'm shackled in chains, locked in a cage
By the rancid smell, I'd say my soul has rotten
For I'm all alone, I've been forgotten

The fire rages on

Slowly consuming all my dreams until they're gone
With the weight of the world making me sink
I'm afraid I'm already over the brink
There is something, i can not explain.
This underlying agony...the relentless pain. Tearing through my soul like some runaway train, my eyes, like the dessert
seek desperately for rain.
I can only sit here as i slowly go insane for depression, like maggots on a rotten corpse, eats away my brain.
I wish there was someone to talk to,
but if anything, what then would i gain?
I guess no one can help me and no one is to blame.
There is just no escaping my unexplainable bane.
I remember when we sang together,
When you freed me from all cares,
Times when there was nothing but today,
I want to keep you here forever,

I feel you growing away,
I feel the breeze blow between us,
Where there was only contact,
Now the wind chills my skin,

I fear deep within that my love is lost,
I fear that you cannot be reconciled,
But yet something tells me to press on,
To do and accept that I may die,

To I reach out grasping for your hand,
I feel the brush I have so long wanted,
Of my hand on your skin,
But I continued to fall away from you,

I am surrounded by black,
I cannot see you in my eyelids,
There is nothing all around,
And still I cannot let you go,
When you sing
                                                                ­                           I cry

When as stars you shine
                                                                                    I wonder
                                                                ­                   and sigh
                                                            ­          
You live in the hollow
                         of my moon

               eating my shrooms

You glitter bright
                                   
               to my arms delight

Your comet eyes

Milky way smile

Star cluster hair

Nebulous wiles
                                                  
and cares

Have caught me intentionally
                                                   ­   unaware
Dropped like honeydew, appearing as a dark temptress
Tasted in smoke
Touched in hot burns - callous bites edged on your skin

Flames of spice, ambers, dusted vestiges of breaks in bones
Hidden in an underworld fantasy - craters of the deceased, and suffering - diver of the dark abyss sitting comfortably

Suddenly they break their thick callous skin
The scalding crack sears others' eyes
The burst! The rebirth! The transformation has commenced!
Rising higher,
To the pinnacle of life where peace and understanding sit at their bedside
The sign Scorpio has always been so intriguing to me. A quick poem if some was to have a Scorpio Sun, Venus Scorpio or 8th house somewhere in your chart.
Your coal black eyes
Burn my soul like fire
Feelings of lust
Uncontrollable desire

A queen of the night
Out hunting for a mate
When I looked at you
It would seal my fate

Hungrily looking at me
Like a lioness at her prey
Softly whispering in my ear
Here's what you'd say

You shall lay on the altar of the dead
There your life shall bleed
Draining every drop of your crimson nectar
Every drop I need

Passionately kissing me on my neck
Searching for a vein
Sinking your fangs deeply in
Feeling pleasure no pain

Making love to me under the moon
As I slowly died
I forever shall be your king
Eternally by your side
 May 2016 Hadrian Veska
gray rain
I couldn't help but look at you
In hope that you'd look back
I never thought we'd even cross our paths
but when we did I didn't expect
to end up with a knife in my back
 May 2016 Hadrian Veska
Sarah
Lightening whispers
and thunder cracks
I don't know the resonance of
black

the rain chit-chats
and the rivers sing
I do not hear a voice in
spring

I am silent
and you're outspoken
I don't remember a sound called
heartbroken.
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