Nathan Squiers

Nathan Squiers Mar 2014

She dances on the rooftops.
The tar and cobblestone: her truest stage.
She'll never fail her public; the stars gaze with adoration,
And dance for them until the curtain calls.

She dances on the rooftops,
The ledges drawing near.
The storm clouds utter their applause.
The crescendo drives her on.

She dances on the rooftops,
Wielding a pistol and her pills.
The sky demands she take a bow,
Before the pavement-curtain falls.

Nathan Squiers Feb 2014

All my Disguises

I watch the world turn; it turns to night--
My masks wear burns; I scorn the fight--
Night bleeds and away it dies.
Then day's reborn with a rebuilt disguise.

I watch the skies go red through dreary eyes,
My flesh feels fake from all the lies.
Dusk creeps in and peels to truth,
And I take to the night with jagged tooth.

There's little left to pray or beg for,
Not when your face is not your own.
There's little hope when you're their *****,
Not when your skin's gone cold as stone.

I watch the clouds burn in crimson skies;
My real self trembles behind my eyes.
I'm left as less a man, though more a god;
One who, though so perfect, is so flawed.

Nathan Squiers Feb 2014

A Night Upon the Wharf

She left me on the wharf
To follow unseen tracks.
Creaky planks and rusted nails
All told me to go back.

"The Lighthouse you see is meant for you.
Come here, young man; come here.
We call to many, this be true,
And the time has come again."

I hadn't nerve enough to ask
How they knew of my plight.
She'd left me on the wharf,
and it didn't seem quite right...

"How do you know my troubles, folk,
How have you come to know my shame?
Since I've been left I barely spoke;
I've uttered but her name..."

"The name you speak is who we serve.
We're all of us unique.
Like us you're dealt not what's deserved,
But all we do is speak.

She sends many to our cold embrace.
Young man, she does this to ease her thirst.
She weave herself through time and space;
You haven't been her first.

We can't tell you that you don't belong,
You're here because you do!
We all of us--the weak and strong,
All walked the wharf like you!"

She left me on the wharf that night;
Left to dwell upon my pangs.
Her vision serves our only sight,
As new victims find her fangs...

Nathan Squiers Feb 2014

Rage

There it is--rage!--knocking at your door!
Let it in--rage!--and then hit the floor!
It's here now--rage!--forevermore!
There will be rage dwelling in your core!

Rage! Because they don't care anymore!
Rage! Because to the world you're just a *****!
Rage! Because there's misery galore!
Rage! Because you'll be forced to ask for more!

Was given a challenge by a buddy to work an ongoing word/theme into a poem with an ongoing AA rhyme scheme that didn't rely on the word/theme (I chose the "-ore" rhyme because it felt like the furthest sound from "rage").

Nathan Squiers Feb 2014

Any Like You

There will never be any like you,
Who can do to me what you can do.
I'm sure of this, Miss,
With your crippling kiss,
Which is why I'll put an end to you, too.

Nathan Squiers Feb 2014

An Intimate Encounter

A grunt-fueled ******--the initial plunge--
Sinks the length in to the hilt.
A startled cry.
A breathy groan.
And not a single ounce of guilt.

A pleasured quake travels up my spine,
As I sink it in again.
She twists and writhes;
Contorts and sighs.
This is my moment of Zen.

She whimpers now! She's almost there!
And the wetness begins to pool.
I touch my lips onto her own,
Then wipe away the drool.

Her eyes go crossed; a drawn-out sigh,
And she lets out her final breath.
My ****** strikes as I withdraw the knife;
Drinking in ******* death.

Nathan Squiers Jan 2014

The Human Reign

We drift along on broken math,
Guided by a razor's path,
Into heightened stages of personal lows.

We force half-cocked purpose--
Self-proclaimed surplus--
Into the crusted womb of eternal truth.

We lace love with hatred,
Defend that "It's what they did,"
And use this logic to do it all again.

We wear electric faces,
Succumb to a digital stasis,
And let binary become our very blood.

But rest assured we care!
We shall combat despair,
As soon as our erections have gone soft.

We detest the rest--
******, WE'RE the best!--
But genuine success is just too hard.

We shall commit to change.
It just need be arranged,
Around our favorite television shows.

And so it goes, though no one knows,
Into the record books:
The reign of man--a pain to stand--
Just a dynasty of schnooks!