#slate
Wrapped around the trunk
snake-like,
I taste the venom of my own tongue,
I lick the skin
in search of an antidote,
My last breath simulating the first
doubles the thirst to live,
But alas!
My love forsakes me to death
Feb 7, 2023
Feb 7, 2023 at 2:52 AM UTC
You can pick up a brick
and throw it through a glass pane,
or you can look for others
and make a home.
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 10:02 AM UTC
Tillage
by Michael R. Burch
What stirs within me
is no great welling
straining to flood forth,
but an emptiness
waiting to be filled.
I am not an orchard
ready to be harvested,
but a field
rough and barren
waiting to be tilled.
Keywords/Tags: tillage, raw, potential, barren, field, tabula rasa, blank slate, palimpsest
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC
I know I should be sad at the thought of what we had being washed away,
But a clean slate doesn’t sound too bad
And I brought my umbrella anyway.
What do you say?
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC
thousands of words race through my mind,
yet i still draw blanks.
the paper is still clean,
like the clean slate i dreaded for.
what can i say,
to embed those words from you.
nothing,
i suppose that's why i can't come up with anything.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
A small note attached to the small toe of the not yet dead woman
It read of sorrow and peace as she lay there still breathing
To why was she spread upon the iron table with eyes the color of coins
Displayed, surrounded by mirrors and windows ***** and unbreakable
Not a whimper slipped from her mouth as the small knife slit into her
Tearing the silk gown with precision of an artist,
the butcher masqueraded itself as husband
Emerald eyes shed no tears, reflexes halt to an end, an acceptance was reached
In her hands held a relic, one of the past and future. The piece was a watch
Ticking, counting down each second of breath. Belief in release the ******** death
Feeling of pleasure with each cut, the teasing texture of blood cascading downwards
How tantalizingly horrific the scene of sacrifice; a modern day alter
Rested upon rusted roses and sweet thorns the alive child laid
Silence for she has given voice to the goddess and the body to the God
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 11:14 PM UTC
My faith and heart
Were bold and brazen
When your hand
Enfolded my hand
As the floating slate wool up
our skies
Cried and you
And I
Were unplanned
And faith was watered
With bittersweet tears
My heart did not
Understand
When you hesitated
And pulled eme in
Your arms
My faith
Had silenced
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
Always
"Permanently delete"
No one ever
wants to
look through
"Trash"
File
"New document"
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
The way the surface of the water is frozen
calling for you to break its perfect state.
Crystal slate
easily fractured with the slightest touch.
Slowly ripples of different sizes make their way
across the liquid diamond
ending the tranquility it had.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
And the crisp air
caressing her face
at the start of each new day
reminds her of the clean slate
she has
The fall begins,
the rejuvenation,
the fresh start.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
This is a cry of a person dissatisfied
the faint feeling of a blank stare stating:
Here I look upon the world,
to which I am dreadfully attached
I regret to love it so much
as I cling on harshly, gaping;
it is full of distaste and resentment.
I tried to see everything in it,
I have lived and saw life without grace
and sin devours envy controls hate
and men die holding their pride
and selfishness corrupted the soul.
It is without a doubt that I -
who swore to be free of the earth
withheld of freedom and deemed memory
a clean slate again.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
The storm has passed. Its surrender was swift
as chalk wiped away from a wet, slate board.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
As I observe from my slate perch I can't help but wonder
if we're all meant to be old
or if some of us feel this discomfort in grown worlds
because we've passed our expiration date.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 4:02 AM UTC
To me, her love always was bitter-sweet,
More repulsively bitter than 'twas sweet,
Perhaps because I took her as my mate,
But she was like chalk on my life's slate,
Time rubbed her off & nothing remains,
To her I will truly wish the best of luck,
For she is attracted by the golden light.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
Corroding at the essence of what had been,
leaves wilted scorched by the white.
It was but a far away moment now colliding
upon our onyx reality.
No thought of that which echoed in the distance
a difference to our perspective. but now absorbing
all that was delicate obsidian, eviscerating all
substance now bleached from known existence.
All we were was eroding away, flowers blossomed
but wilted upon the sight above, diluted our shadows
were not as they were. All that was will soon be but a
blank slate no longer the beauty that was obscurity.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
In awe you gazed upon the blue ocean of sky,
And black spots like tears feel down.
Looking as they fell closer. impending needles
Upon the waiting flesh of unsuspecting
Mortals,
Vessels,
Victims
Unknowing of their own arrived fate,
As slender tears discarded from high
Above found flesh, and the quill did
Burrow as was consumed
A shadow remained of what had stained
On soft tissue,
Then the noise beckoned forth from those
Lacerated by feathers fallen like wailing
Tears from clear blue.
Squalls were heard as from impact, like black
Petals flowering from the seed,
Feathers,
Obsidian,
Shimmered
In the birth of darkness's creation
Talons where nails now clawing
Human remains away,
In insanities confusion of thoughts now
Between two worlds.
Clawed at those of human design,
Onyx greeted crimson and screams greeted suffering,
As all now tainted
On the flowering of slated feather
Birthed once again and the flock
Rejected,
Sight,
Humanities
Tainted plight, as all feather dressed in proper
Order did fly into the blue sky.
"Mummy,
"Yes dear, what is it,
As she pointed in to the vast blueness above their heads,
"I don't know baby,
"They look like black tears mummy,
"Like tears from heaven,
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
There are some things you can't refute
like how all babies are born with blue eyes
proving, even before they are born
they are trained in the beauty of taking their time
or how jam and jelly aren't the same thing
even though they are made of the same parts
or how someone will always be the second choice
There are some things that you cannot refute
like how your father left you
so you picked up the ax and taught yourself to be a man
swinging at trees and taking life into your own hands
It's not that these aren't simple truths
these are facts
things you cannot refute
like the way I feel when I look at you
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
I hammer down the iron blue
And feel the stone in hills I threw
A giant's tome in slate is wrought
The dragon's breath is surely sought
And with the flame and grey hill soul
I toil to make my body whole
To giants time may not take lives
But our body falls in loose demise
I build myself an arm of slate
A slated cage will separate
My slate heart and my slate lungs
My life will lead from where begun.
These hills are home to more than me
Bees and deer and wolves at times
I look down at my forgèd limbs
And see the grass has grown there too.
I roam the fields, but find my feet
Are reluctant to leave the soil they meet
I sink to my knees and find that I
Am now the hill beneath the sky.
Millenia pass, my sleep is long
Until some years when something's wrong
Strange beasts have come with clever paws
To take my slate for homes and wars.
I slumber still, giants are slow to rise
But count my word true, and count it wise
'Fore long I'll rise and take it back
And your slate beast world will fade to black.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC