What is the last poem that I will ever read?
Make it amazing, so I can sleep.

Give me a mountain, give me a stream,
Give me the sky, drop me in dream.

Do I see the Raven or To Whom the Bell Tolls?
The House of the Seven Gables seen as it falls.

If there is any heavens by e.e. Cummings,
Listen very closely, the angels are humming

I feel my final breathes, leaving my soul.
The final poem that read was one of my own.

Those endorphic nights,
wrapped like snakes,
Shared blood in one soul,
we made our promise, carved it in stone,
now it just cuts me down to the bone.

Played our end game, created the path,
‘mongst the spirits, grasping rain,
midnight tears so cold and alone,
It will always cut me down to the bone.


© H V Swan

Blasphemous rumors
spread so thin,
create false hopes
and temptation within.

Infectious blisters
bursting with ****.
Scraping the bubble,
Tension is must.

Finding the lies,
that give us no hope.
Stand very tall,
cut down that rope.

Breathing again,
feeling alive.
No downward spiral,
not going to die.

I write with my pen,
sometimes I just do it.
Writing my muse,
Just call me a poet.

Powder on the mirror,
Its lines so smooth in lane
Cut, nice and pure
it's Lady *******.

Fuel filled dragons,
bills rolled up tight
Sniffing up the white stuff
my mind isn't right

The first line went up too fast
Burning up my nose
Two lines more to go
Is this a killing joke?

Spinning into Hades,
Twisting way too fast
going down the rabbit hole
I am only going to crash

Am I in wonderland
Or is this a dream?
Could this be ******* real
or it is make believe?

Finding my way out,
I am never going see.
take this stuff away,
Just pain and suffering

Crying out loud
And crying me insane
Please get her away from me,
This Lady *******