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The Noose Jan 2015
Chasing your impalpable light
With my arms outstretched
The ardency
Of debilitating need
Polluting veins
Sleep walking
In the corridors of habit
Mumbling your name.
The Noose Jan 2015
Murmuring rivulet
Flowing
Atop a rocky terrace
Burden suffused
Dulled skies overhead
Concealing the bright white
My heart drowning
In supreme
Dystopian smog.
The Noose Dec 2014
Suspended high on the
Pendulum of volatile emotion
As high as my horizon
That of gravity
Which knew not my name

Discarded by the wings of mirth
The carcass of my yesterday
Collided with my tomorrow
Tainting my dreams of splendour

The dead hands that clung on
The fragile shadow
Ashamed of the light
The chasm is endless

A tidal wave of
Endless murderous desire
Drenched in vermilion
Susceptible to ruin
The rhythm of the heart
Pounded
Ever so thunderously
Intensity
Too profound to fathom
A catapult into the unknown
Deliciously so

The year draws nigh
Envisaged ends
Remain unrealised
Ready to roar
Or maybe
Just speak.
I for one am ready to see this year go,  what lies ahead I am uncertain of, feet forward into a blinding forest. I'll follow my feet.

Happy New Year poets, remember to love grandly and live genuinely someday.. I pray, the puzzle pieces will fit.
The Noose Dec 2014
You stand haloed in visibility zero
Injecting atmosphere
Into the grey
Your smile reeling me in
Like elastic
Unbridled fervour invading
Shattering convictions
This hazardous state
Of wanting you
Akin to an ****** haze
In the heart of winter
Wilting in the air of mystique
The consequence
Of what you do to me.
The Noose Dec 2014
Fragments of moments
That can never fuse into
Wholesome experience
Are what remains
When you depart
With the light on your back
Leaving
Shards of luminescence
Splattered
In your wake

I remain
Bound
In the wastelands
Of attachment
Perpetually
Chasing your ghost
Until I become one.
The Noose Dec 2014
Staggered gait
As though feet
Are dragging boulders
My sorrow

Permanent abode
In the depths
Transient thrills
Balanced
On razors edge
My sorrow

Days dictated by yearning
To saturate the dreary
With design
My reason.
The Noose Dec 2014
Fervour tapered lingering
On that ******* precipice
Of alleged possibility

Devoured by the jaws of silence
The soul no longer raged
A nothingness that knew no words
Agony’s cold grip
Winter in December

I knew not what to with these hands
Their weightlessness
Weeping willows drowned out sound
Perfected in my dead
Loosening the grapple on the promise
Of a hazy tomorrow.
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