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hypnopunk Apr 17
screams of the victorious:
they yell, play, and loudly chant
but i feel abducted
i can't

turning my ears inside out
they sit on a pile of chairs
pile of happy people
no chance

dim empty hallway
the walls soak in my whole warmth
their loud buzzing stings and pulls
like this, i go forth

i'm a gargoyle, stone
to violently walk by, laugh
about me sitting outside
misfit and a half

there's this jet black rust
that forms deep inside your chest
when everyone else's worst
is your very best

dear, one day i swear
one day i swear i will write
a tall text-wall like warfare
about how i sat outside
KHAYRI RR WOULFE Nov 2018
Unang gabi sa huling sandali
Nag-aagaw ang ilaw at dilim
Katahimika'y namamayani.


Nakatayo sa gilid ng bangin
Isang hakbang tungo sa libingan
Nakapikit ngunit nakatingin.


Sumilip ang buwan sa kalangitan
Hudyat ng katapusan ng duyog
Tuluyang bumukas ang pintuan.


Lumiyab ang bawat alikabok
Mga alitaptap na dumadapo
Sa bawat sugat nangingimasok.


Buhok ay nagsimulang lumago
Sabay sa pag-ikli ng hininga
Nagpupumiglas sa bawat pulso.


Isang bulaklak na bumubuka
Dugo at ginto ang tanging dilig
Usbong sa hungkag at tuyong lupa.


Buto at laman ay nanginginig
Balat ay nagsimulang uminit
Halik ng apoy sa pulang tubig.


Umuungol sa bawat pagpunit
Likuran na may bagong pasanin
Ngipin na sukdulang nagngangalit.


Nakalutang sa payak na hangin
Kamay ang nagsisilbing kandila
Maglalakbay sa tulay na itim.


Isang sulyap bago kumawala
Ibinuka ang pakpak na pilak
Huling yugto ng pakikidigma.
Written
11 November 2018


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
Midge Jan 20
Deep down the theater is a mystery
Of the phantom who lives in misery
A loathsome creature, masked in shame
He lives in the shadows amidst glory and fame

He runs the opera, they must follow his order
Or else, a catastrophe will occur
Opera Ghost, forever shall haunt
Abide in you, I shall never flaunt

The world created an Angel of Hell
Taught him to **** and become cruel
But deep inside is a frightened child
Who yearns for beauty and all things mild

A troubled entity beneath all fright
The Phantom of the Opera, the Music of the Night.
The Dybbuk Oct 2017
I sat on the bed, hunched.
If a gargoyle isn't being looked at, does it move?
Silent, hideous celebration of the dark.
All this is well and good.
But statues are made of stone.
Ceyhun Mahi Nov 2016
Like a gargoyle on cloudy days,
It's hard to stop and to refrain
Form pouring all this gloomy rain
Freely around this marketplace.
Erin Suurkoivu Sep 2016
The honey in the lion sounds like a delicious thing––
A gentle balm capable of subduing
The cruellest of monsters.

According to the stars and tattooed,
You fancied yourself king of the jungle––
Lazy in hot African afternoons.

Golden and tawn with sleepy sun-gold eyes,
Shaggy mane, muzzle red with
The blood of a gazelle.

Did you think me such easy prey?
Or was I so much fermented honey,
Only a sweet intoxicant.

Sun warmth seeps from jungles of cold concrete.
I mistook your gargoyle wings
For those of a guardian angel’s.

I overlooked your rough skin, your
Crooked hawk nose and your skinny ribs,
And assigned fine things in you that didn’t exist.

So duped, I acquiesced to your slimy kiss.
Your mouth a neglected cemetery,
Teeth a row of mossy tombstones.

Vampire. Incubus. Your seduction like grotesque death.
You named me tempest in a teacup,
But I was the eye of the storm.

Until the night the eye was eradicated,
And the storm blew in,
Striking me dumb with your sound and fury.

But no spattered blood and no spreading bruise
To be found in the pattern of the kaleidoscope.
No cause for alarm.

Today I am lost in a picture show,
A beautiful world coloured by nostalgic past.
Women’s lips the vivid red print of a velvet valentine.

Head in the Clouds, I fantasize about a certain scene.
Because you think violence is ****––
Retaliation – ******* in my dream.

Give me an eye for my eye,
For all the eyes you plucked, from women and breadwinners.
Give me blood running down your back, sweet as honey.
The first poem of my first book, The Honey in the Lion. Get it at Lulu.com or Amazon.

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