#acrid
in back alley ways and missed phone calls
i let the world know i couldn't stay
i waved goodbye to the front door
as i walked to the end of the world
i gave my body permission to decay
and gifted my soul to the north
i took a bite out of the sea
and rejoiced it overlayed
the acrid taste the pills left in my mouth
i layed down to take my bow
and woke up in the same place
and i don't know why i woke up.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC
As if directed by dark unseen forces
spreading from an acrid domain
flames ignited consuming everything
flames ignited consuming everything
once arid forests and homes
swiftly succumbed to the raging fires
rising into black smoke spires!
Devouring all living matter in its wake
nothing sacred with such heat
those grasslands now totally destroyed
nothing left but smoldering ashes
in communities no matter their prestige
as each became under siege!
Ferocious and hungry any daylight masked
their lungs gasping to breath
trapped as they perilously tried to escape
the routes to safety fading
facing ahead death anguish and disbelief
victims united by loss and grief!
From the ashes soon comes another dawn!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
now swallow your words
for that matter your tongue too
spit out saltwater
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
winter walks with him
death smiled at him
the king of ruins
masquerading like Satan
he speaks acrid language
intense and vile
jolts wildness with each step
runs on hatred boulevard
he feeds on venom
a cold blooded serpent
heinous as hell
a heart of stone
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC
He smells of fireworks.
Well, now that I think of it- not the explosions
His scent is of that burn that lingers-
I know,
I know that it is acrid,
That when he leaves I will taste it, while it burns my throat.
But isn't it exciting anyway?
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC