"ashened" poems
*A kiss from the night
Drunk from all that pain
Struggles to breath
Can't remember her name
Lost his eyes
Love made him blind
Hate made him see
Scars remind
A story that'll fade away
Pages eaten by time
Memories don't go away
Weather is not kind
Storms bash the home
Walls ripped of from the bones
All his secrets in the open
Strangers are gone
Who will love him now
Caress and hold him now
Wipe away all the blood stained tears
Who will bring him down
From the skies he wanders at nights
Searching for a lost cause
A moon that glows in anger
A sun that's faux
A wolf howls at a distance
A dog barks nearby
Night shows resistance
Ghosts never pass-by
A bleak view from a window
And a madness from outside
A letter of hatred
Enough to hurt his pride
He cannot see but whisper
There's a tale hidden in the stones
He warns once again
About the rage hidden in his bones
No one listens
World won't skip a beat
It Dosent matter
Even if with blood he repeats
They'll only see red
Not what's in his head
They look right through him
Like staring at something dead
He's afraid of the demons
That guide him to scars
Gently takes his hand
Makes him draw on his arms
Death , he mused
Life had refused
Where to walk now
He is so confused
And lies that destroyed lust
Ashened black lies in dirt
Forgiven but not forgotten
In dark prisons they lurk
Prisoners of darkness
They weep solitude
Embracing their fate
Another sunrise they refute
And to feed them love
A mistake of the holy
Wise seeks hurt
Impervious of the story
But a mother does worry
If her child lives or not
Thirteen cents
For which he was bought
She loved him and fed him hate
Watched silently and smiled
While he ate
His mouth blood stained
From the flesh of the saints
Imploding the verses he preached
Every rule he ever bleached
Hands of god from heaven
All hell broke loose when they reached
And strangled his very neck
Coldness in his eyes
Staring at the mirrors that don't reflect*
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
But the arsonist in a world of carpenters.
I’ve got matches at the salute,
wired blazoned between my every ashened knuckle,
heart beat furious
I’ll be this worlds iron furnace.
Their flames dance and sprawl
through flaunted finger
and slide of hand,
I’m the psychopath
and these flames children to command.
I dwindle fractured beaten to broken
hardly live to bless lips with breath.
I’ve but one choice,
to torch this world to a forever neverness
or stumble shadeless,
a shadow to brush past life to exist to view.
Always wishing to make a difference, to move, to make new.
Aug 28, 2011
Aug 28, 2011 at 12:18 AM UTC
Scream and shout
Tell me all about
How you hate my face
Why i'm such a disgrace
Pull in a crowd
Mock me all around
Tell me how ugly I am
Nothing but waste
Whisper 'em lullabies
Let them be at rest
Out and down going insane
Lest they forget
My name
Throw 'em stones at me
Let me be hurt
Watch the way I suffer
You be the judge
Tie me in chains of pain
Hot enough to burn my flesh
Ashened black like my heart is
Beat me up so I can't fight it
Break my bones and shake my faith
Bleed me of love to inspire hate
Lets play a game of
'how much more can he take'
And do it all over again
'cause just too much is at stake
Take a right and prove me wrong
Laugh at me and tell me i'm strong
Lose patience 'cause I just wont cry
Strangle me but just enough
That I wont die
'cause death is too easy for my sins
Sin being ugly and unwanted
You say with a heart warming grin
Oh child , can't you see
What morrow may bring ?
when the last drop has drained
There'll be no more pain
I'll be numb and cold
With poison flowing through my veins
When the stones are lost
and my flesh becomes the chains
By wrath of the gods
I'll be a monster again
I'll be the rage you tamed
And an enemy you gained
When all the love is lost
And my flesh becomes the chains
By wrath of satan
I'll be angry again
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
variegated dreams
overturning the ashened night
wake, wake
branch and twist
to the music
of the tide
escapism of this world engulfed
with itineraries and haste
leaving fragments of vivacity in its wake
like riding a comet through life
stop, stop
smell the roses
make shapes out of clouds
within the starry night
rest, rest
blooming minds
drudging through the snow
whilst in drought
turning page after page
within this infancy
of human kind
sleep
and read but a line
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
Slowly, but surely
tearing you apart
I can make it easy
coulda made it fast
then again,
where's the fun in that?
Now you see me,
now you won't
Still I'm standing on my own
Under the ground, I lurk
Behind those walls, I work
Watch out, watch out
I'm right beside you
I'm the Gippeto
in all those Pinocchio's
Praising thee, fooling thou
Knowing thy secrets as you go
Skeletons in the closet
unlocked by Skeleton key
Under thy bed
Pennywise will be
Oh no, don't dread
we've only just started
Prepare my friend
For far is the end
Hey, look, a House
a House of cards
burning, ashened
turned into dust
blown by the wind
gone in the air
the whole little kingdom
is reduced to nil
Remember now
and listen clear
in every game, in every poker
the Queen could never beat the Joker.
Lose.
Die.
Repeat.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
Molten stories smelted
and poured like ashened gold.
We turn to paper
as coffers for lesser ingots - old.
In hopes to lessen;
nay, diminish thy gaping hole.
In hopes to relinquish
and set free caged memories stole.
Sep 7, 2022
Sep 7, 2022 at 1:06 PM UTC
Blargh, (repulsed)
Blue moon, blue moon? (playful calling)
Where are you?
Where have you been?(tender)
Blue moon, blue moon? (loneliness setting in as you gaze out awaiting the train that never arrives)
What have you seen?
Blue moon, blue moon? (heavy hearted)
I've had a dream, (sigh) I've had a dream. (side gaze with a sigh)
A slot of open and a bash of delight. (guileless)
(Sigh)
Oh, blue moon, blue moon? (glum)
Where are you tonight?
I need to leave this area! (fiery rage)
I want to leave this area? (curious)
yes?! (erratic)
To leave this area? (humble bewilderment)
To leave behind the crazed and the immature, the delinquants and the tyranny (assertive)
Such dispair lies within their minds, lost like the foggy winters depth. (anguish)
To wonder, if there will ever be a smile lay upon their ashened faces. (heartened)
The once rosy and pleasant of all chosen places. (sweet blossom enriched with the crisp warmth of mulled wine)
They went and they came, but never accepted, so left behind they became dilapidated. (nonchalant)
Taken by their own obsessions! (dejected)
Like the creaks of the night, they became the howls of the moon. (like cool chills upon the face, the bitter kiss of Jack frost scratching at your door(dead as the night, even the beat of your heart echoes))
Oh, blue moon, Blue moon!? (weep)
Where are you? (nonchalent)
A ponder here sat patiently waiting. (self pity)
Blue moon, Blue moon? (inquisitive)
Why have you left me? (sorrow)
We've been here soo long, so patiently waiting. (tearful)
So far no good, the cries not answered, will there ever be a moment of joy or will they ever be belated. (faded like the mist of the seas, leaving the bitter taste of salt upon the lips)
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC
So much is wrong with me,
I see no end in sight.
Though I walk in the path of freedom,
I stumble and lose my light.
The fire I seemingly showed to put out,
Now is nothing more than ashened snow.
I feel only the empty cold,
Long before the fire grows old.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
The adelite dust settling
Smothering--
Coppertinted foot prints
Where we once played Graces
Sullen with Pride...
The Sun splayed&shimmering abaft
Our collectif
Charnel houses...
Bronze hued&
Yonder the fields of Spelt:
Putrid plumage,
Melancholy of Season--
Ashened from Time
Immemorial--
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
The winter's sunlight is cold
while we reach out to grasp the strings of light
threaded through the sky.
We glance at the ashened clouds,
patterned with tree branches strangling each other
to seize the free birds.
Isn't it true that
moonflowers only bloom at night,
for they're afraid of the sun's touch?
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
Scream and shout
Tell me all about
How you hate my face
Why i'm such a disgrace
Pull in a crowd
Mock me all around
Tell me how ugly I am
Nothing but waste
Whisper 'em lullabies
Let them be at rest
Out and down going insane
Lest they forget
My name
Throw 'em stones at me
Let me be hurt
Watch the way I suffer
You be the judge
Tie me in chains of pain
Hot enough to burn my flesh
Ashened black like my heart is
Beat me up so I can't fight it
Break my bones and shake my faith
Bleed me of love to inspire hate
Lets play a game of
'how much more can he take'
And do it all over again
'cause just too much is at stake
Take a right and prove me wrong
Laugh at me and tell me i'm strong
Lose patience 'cause I just wont cry
Strangle me but just enough
That I wont die
'cause death is too easy for my sins
Sin being ugly and unwanted
You say with a heart warming grin
Oh child , can't you see
What marrow may bring ?
when the last drop has drained
There'll be no more pain
I'll be numb and cold
With poison flowing through my veins
When the stones are lost
and my flesh becomes the chains
By wrath of the gods
I'll be a monster again
I'll be the rage you tamed
And an enemy you gained
When all the love is lost
And my flesh becomes the chains
By wrath of satan
I'll be angry again
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
I think I'll just stop
And it's fine if you don't notice
You have a new match to light
To spark up and ignite
I'm fine in my ashened and withered self
I'm tired as it is, so grant me my solace
Let me rest finally after spending so many nights awake and alone with you
I've been drowning in the melted wax and supposed dreams of what and how
I'll just stop burning what's left of me
And go back to myself that was myself when you weren't involved
When nobody was ever involved
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
Her lips are so ashened that I feel the urge to lick them without seduction,
yet I kiss them and don't complain.
Her soul so dry that the rains fear her continues grounds of dramatic dryness.
Yet I continue to water her petals.
Her body so undesired that she barely looks at it. She carries each pound, from her unsatisfied lips and her ample breast to her thickened hips and woodened- brown toes, with a shrug of unacceptance.
Yet I still explore her with the interest of the lustful.
I kissed the lips of this wretched devil and grabbed Her by the backside as the knife in her tongue pierced my neck...
But I let it happen. So maybe I truly am to blame.
After all, to save a snake is a deed or valor indeed, but at the end of the day, the snake is the same animal it had always been.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
Scream and shout
Tell me all about
How you hate my face
Why i'm such a disgrace
Pull in a crowd
Mock me all around
Tell me how ugly I am
Nothing but waste
Whisper 'em lullabies
Let them be at rest
Out and down going insane
Lest they forget
My name
Throw 'em stones at me
Let me be hurt
Watch the way I suffer
You be the judge
Tie me in chains of pain
Hot enough to burn my flesh
Ashened black like my heart is
Beat me up so I can't fight it
Break my bones and shake my faith
Bleed me of love to inspire hate
Lets play a game of
'how much more can he take'
And do it all over again
'cause just too much is at stake
Take a right and prove me wrong
Laugh at me and tell me i'm strong
Lose patience 'cause I just wont cry
Strangle me but just enough
That I wont die
'cause death is too easy for my sins
Sin being ugly and unwanted
You say with a heart warming grin
Oh child , can't you see
What marrow may bring ?
when the last drop has drained
There'll be no more pain
I'll be numb and cold
With poison flowing through my veins
When the stones are lost
and my flesh becomes the chains
By wrath of the gods
I'll be a monster again
I'll be the rage you tamed
And an enemy you gained
When all the love is lost
And my flesh becomes the chains
By wrath of satan
I'll be angry again
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
Tell me about the hill where we placed our white bones,
where we piled them up, in hopes to reach the wounded sky,
the toss of dead eyes, staring, dreaming, wishing.
Tell me about the knuckles that built rocks,
And your body, crumpled over mine like old newspaper,
like the lilies that stopped meaning anything to you,
like the lilies you tossed out in the wind the day before.
It’s raining over that ashened hill,
but our bones will not melt,
our bones will
not
melt -
but why?
tell me about midnight whispers and my legs,
held open by your hands,
tell me about the absent sun and the dead air that stopped breathing
once
you
did,
because I have forgotten if rain tastes sweet,
all I remember is bitter on my tongue and salt in my lungs,
when that same rain
swept
you
a w a y.
you always told me winter burns red,
I didn’t get that until now.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
Ancient wisdom
lies in
Bones
The StoneAge
didn't end
for lack
of stones
monster ~
monsters . .
everywhere
whisper
in a many ear
loud enough
to stoke our fears
playing games
of truth or dare
monsters
and
their
concubines
corrupt . .
before
we realize
monster ~
monsters . . .
telling truth
the many
branches
are the root
the leaves . .
that fall
aren’t
leaves
at all
but ~
the devil’s call
to sacred fruit
monster ~
monsters . . .
play
and
hide
at . . .
sleight
and
hopscotched
truth
in
dead of night
monster ~
monsters . . .
held ~
my breath
so I
can't breathe
and
blind ~
my eyes
that I
don't see
they
come
for
me
I'm alone . . !
all ~
the monsters
are at home
when:
every
blessing
is
a curse
every
word
becomes
a
verse
souls ~
have
fallen
where
they
stand
in . .
ashened
grey
of
no
man's
land
all my colours . .
deeper shades ~
of
sombre thought
and
darkened
days
intent . .
designed ~
just
to
survive
lies . .
contrived ~
to
multiply
atomized~
in
the atmosphere
as dust
oxidised~
in
the minds
of men
like rust
monster ~
monsters . .
promises . . . .
camouflaged truths ~
that’s
all
it
is . . .
The American Dream
ain’t
what
it seems
it's just . . . .
another
****** up ~
monster scheme . .
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 7:05 AM UTC