#slayed
A poem you say
that's what you need?
Indigo ink
forced out
I bleed
I feel this need
on a Poet's paper chest
I am writing
It's spewing out
composing it now
showing me how
pounding sound upon my eardrums
in a constant,
reverberating hummmmm
I cup my ears
in every moment that I breathe
my lungs are cloaked in darkness
sheathed
I am suffocating
As generations they are turned to dust
consumed by guilt
and fear
and lust
in poetry my hearts been ******
into the darkness I return
and wait
Shattered glass in empty hallways
Darkened Moon hangs in the sky
streaked in ink
it hangs upon us
tender questions asking why
looking at the flooded sky
I am asking
Steering failure words we say
In your wisdom words we pray
Shine your light on us this day
I surrender
As Human Blindness overflows
and leveyed waters at my toes
I want to swim in glistening wet
and clean from life
the sins and
sweat
tamper sad and past regrets
I am forgiven
as rain pours down so fast outside
I hear my people's voices cry
and I am listening
There's so much more left here to say
please hear my voice
to all I pray
as raining tears come out to play
I hear you
Pain comes down
lightning fears
flashing thunder
inside.... I peer
inside the torn, dogeared and forgotten
burning pages of our minds
and ticking past the hands of time
as rain comes down in buckets
I am drowning
Inside I think I'll find the truth
with wisdom of my years and youth
measuring all that I hear
in time I hope all things be clear
are you listening too?
wisdom falls from those who departed
my soul and spirit
duly outsmarted
chains released
in lands my soul it goes uncharted
I am free
Found the vein
that caused that pain
and severed it's ugly head
releasing all its beauty
and have laid it in a bed
It haunts me
I am dreaming
So as you read
just know I bleed
a poets blood like you
Our lives ...our hopes ..
our broken truths
I am learning
Into yearning
honesty it pains my ears
released in me my greatest fears
in everything this sound is real
..... I am found.
Something that we all must do
plunging knife
this truth is true
Telluric veins cascading red
reflection of what mirrors said
I see and I am blinded
A poetic plight
taken flight
my truth
your truth
our truth
the Same Truth
and now
I understand
I'd never dare
to share or care
unless inside poetic minds
unbroken by the hands of time
I am writing
This crimson river ever flowing
our knowledge we are ever knowing
has breached the banks
filled up this tank
I am full
Pouring drifting seas and oceans
Crashing rocks and bottle broken
resting on a poet island
I am breathing
I see my hand it waves saluting
the arrival of sun ...it has begun,
as pain becomes a river
of our sins
and sacrifices
victories and the costly prices
outside it rains again today
I am drenched in clean waters
I am soaked in love
And thanking all this gift above
Hearing my Poetic Plight
say thank you for this inner light
awakened as my heart
on angels wings takes flight
Releasing all its Inner brightness
on the heady winds of shadows darkness
slow encroaching
stabbed by daggers
evil, jealous angry poaching
I am bare
What is taken from the pages
Gifts from those imparted sages
written with a hand enlightened
Penning ...trembling
awake and
frightened
I am hoping
I am whole
grateful to be home.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
Where did you go when you left me to die
you turned around so fast when you said your goodbye
Like we had met just the day before
like you were buying milk and eggs at the grocery store
we're only 33 so I guess 13 doesn't matter
that's years not months not weeks no better
I remember the words you said every single one
one day I will always love you the next day I'm done
You said I was the best thing to happen but now I'm not the one
you said I was everything but now I'm clouds covering your sun
I took those words to be truth but truth be told
never was I the one in your heart did you hold
wished you would have just told me your love grew cold
or it's the time to fold but you just watched it die old
Now you sling your words cold as ice
your words stab like daggers, does that suffice
where was I every time you were sick in bed
where was I when you wished you were dead
who was your man after men left you broken
the one you stare cold now and leave forsaken
I gave you every ounce of my very being
you gave me nothing and walked away lying
Don't you remember when you swore off your name
now you drop mine the second you get some fake fame
you think they're supporting you the ones who hurt you
now you're off telling the world I'm the one who left too
your Facebook fame came the second you blocked me
Don't you know it only came to you so falsely
there are eyes on your lies and witness to your two face
our son's will know someday how my name you disgrace
that's how it goes use our offspring to **** me
the poison you spread don't you see how its deadly
reality will someday run away with your sanity
you think its easy now but its breezy with no integrity
keep that party line **** on me till I die
hope you have an answer when our boys ask you why
they will see through the lies and all your ********
they will know who really pushed who to the limit
you were gonna send me to jail or 6 feet under
guess you proved them right ease every wonder
every step you took I was the crutch
every leap you made started with my touch
every game you blame you laid on this shoulder
the reality of your lies you see in yourself now older
remember to tell your girl who got you to her wedding
tell her in the midst of the lies about me your spreading
tell your mom how great she was when you were fifteen
remind your pops how he turn a blind eye to that scene
remember to tell your new man all of the above
when he doesn't blink you can ask where's that love?
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC
Some might call it Karma
And for some it could be Fate
Or perhaps a Poison Apple
that you didn't know you'd ate
It could be I used Magic
and I cast a few Dark Spells
and perhaps a Poison Potion
or a Demon Curse from Hell
I might have asked a Genie
in a bottle for his wishes
or asked a nasty Witch to help
with pretend Princess kisses
I could have summoned Moaning Ghouls
who'll haunt you in your sleep
or coaxed a Vampire from his lair
to bite you really deep
While all this could be true
as Fairy Tales might seem
but trust me when I say
this nightmare's not a dream
You're feeling really bad
your life is such a mess
I slaughtered you with ink
that is laid upon your chest
My words they still linger
like the banshees in your head
to haunt your every thought
with the sweat that fills your bed
Her names Poetic Justice
her poison is my pen
and you might be quite terrified
while I am feeling Zen
Of course you know that she
is best when she's served cold
to keep you all the company
you need when you are old
Now your life is crumbling down
from wicked lies that past those lips
It wasn't even a challenge
for these poetic
.... fingertips
Cherie Nolan © All Rights Reserved 2016
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
Hey Jealous foolish woman
I don't even know your name
Mine is written on this page
I'm not the one ashamed
Poets singing dreams to you
versing ink stained sheets
You haven't really got a clue
as they sit about your feet
no need for Jealous words
it's really all fair game
Poetry and love that is
I'll put your heart to shame
You think you're such a mystery
I know the kind you are
You and I have history
I left with open scars
Jealousy I'm killing you
by my Poison Pen
Stupid thought to have
my lil ' Jealous friend
I might seem so naive
but I am so much more
I really can't believe
you're antics such a bore
Have some self respect
act more dignified
show a little class
you need it simplified?
go hide in a corner
like the beaten dog you'll be
taking nasty bites
won't get the best of me
You couldn't just fight fair
I barely touched the blade
didn't drop a bit of blood
As down your pen is laid
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC