"carcas" poems
You've got a shield to hide behind,
For now.
You've got his eyes locked on you,
For now.
The day will come.
His eyes will widen in realization of your selfish carcas of a personality,
Your shield will dissolve away with your fears beginning to consume your body inch by inch.
And when that day comes you will wish you never stepped a foot on this planet, your worst nightmares will become your dreams.
Succubus will become nothing to what the glass shattered before you will reveal.
No number of ghosts or demons will compare to what your eyes will feast upon the day this world reaches through your chest and clenches the rock of a heart you posses tearing it out of your frail body.
You will sit in a chair strapped as can be and watch as your pebble of a heart is crushed with the hammer of your own self pitty.
Beg for nightmares for they are the least frightening for what will stand your way.
And as your blood runs from the slit in your throat to the paved floors, a smile bigger than sunlight will stare right at you.
Thirsty for blood and no blood tastes more rewarding than the one from the knife which penetrated right through your worthless body of a harlet.
The night the psychopath within will be unleashed to feast on the taste of your selfish, ice cold blood and flesh.
-Kathia Mariana Landeros
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
Isn't it weird?
We find death beautiful.
The slow rotting of the leaves in the fall,
We reward old age among the elders in society.
Yet we fear death,
We fear the outcome; what will happen.
Sometimes we are annoyed with death,
at least among plant life.
We rake up the leaves,
we love them until they coat our yards,
becoming a burden.
With dead flowers,
sometimes people keep them.
Sometimes.
Other times they are thrown away,
a carcas of a beautiful life.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
In death I have no secrets from the living
As they paw over my carcas and treasures
Sharing the spoils of a life lost, be they my organs or chattles
In death I have no power over the living
As they discuss my demise and a lifes peaks and troughs, those they knew of
In death I only have silence for no word will be uttered on my behalf, no lament
For in death I am alone,
As I was in life
As I am in life
As I embrace death
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
Circling overhead
Riding currents of stench
Falling upon the carcas
Sitting alone on the fence
Tumbleweed wanders
Sun bleached bones
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 5:50 PM UTC
i will idolize you until you're banned
from american schools and
scholars study the tomes written on my bleeding heart carcas,
ejected from my ribcage;
too stubborn to wear a safteybelt.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
This Carvan I rode on bumby roads, lost wheels in the journey's length
Now riding on stilts I pull it, dragging the carcas behind in this shoddy night
I Heave under the strain of its weight, as a man selling wheels approaches me.
He pitches me wheels sturdy for my journey's end,
Wary I was of sweet words of my misfortune's end,
To this journey's end, a cravan I drag into the infinite night.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 7:36 PM UTC