"clif" poems
As i run i know im not going
to give up without a fight
i come to a clif
and skid to a stop
i hear them not far
behind me, caressing my
name gently
theyre right behind me now
i turn around and look at the
two people
they stand, bows ready
i crouch and snarl
but they still dont falter
one of the men shoots
and the arrow hits my shoulder
i feel the smooth crimson
run down my right leg
i cry out but the blood
comes out still
the other man shoots, it hits my
left leg i feel the blood
from my previous wound become
matted and rough as it dries
the pain is searing through
my body like poisen
i snarl again and jump at the
closest man.
Hes too slow and i bend
down and chomp on his neck
i feel the sweet blood
explode in to my mouth
i crouch there for a second
then pounce onto the other man
i knock him over but
he slits my stomache open
i feel like throwing up
i cough a little bit of dark, wet
sickly red blood comes out.
I look back up at the man i snarl then run
this time I crouch close to the ground
i jump and crunch down on his soft head
his eyes popout, his brain taste so good<3
i call out to Life and she slowly
crawls out and goes to the other man
she rips open his chest and eats his
intestines first, then his heart
she savors the heart
after she licks the blood from the
ribcage clean and naws on the bones.
I see her take the head in her paws
and crunch down
i see the blood pour out
i laydown and look at the sinking
sun with my head on my paws. <3
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
Why do you insist on doing this to me?
Hurting me over and over again.
Was my love not enough?
I was always the one who never gave up on you,
though I had a million reasons to.
I guess I just knew that somewhere inside you there was a fragil boy.
Someone who was at the edge of a clif ready to jump.
Reaching out for anyone to hold onto to.
So I grabbed you and didnt let go,
and I still dont want to.
But now you insist that I let go.
Let go of all the memories, talks, stories.
Everything.
But I cant, every day it haunts me.
If you really want me to let go, then Ill have to leave this place.
Say goodbye.
Slip into the darkness of nothingness.
If you insist.
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 4:33 PM UTC
I'm going for a lovely drive through the miles of dirt, darkness, and fire.
keep going there is no edge as far as I am aware!
keep edging every inch
keep leaning off of every fringe
drive! drive! drive ! till the end! till the end!
the unforeseen limits! the unseen edge!
drive almost off a cliff with words like what if?!
we will never wonder! we will always plunder!
deep in the mines of insanity, imagination, and creativity, I strive to live fully alive!
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
I keep forgetting which glass is mine
Oh, what I mess I keep making I can explain
Why I can't shake this second hand weight
Or drown you off my lips
You're laced to my water colored tounge
Buzzing between each breathe I take
Something takes over
Laughs into my ears saying he's already forgotten
Have to convince myself I'd rather be the lost one
Rather be the clif hanger than the unhappy ending
Oh **** I'm sorry
I've stepped in it havent I
All over your shoes I'm so sorry
What a mess I'm making
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
I Climbed a mountain,
I Stood by the clif,
My cloth fell off of me without hesitation,
The world was under my feet and for a moment there, I was it's goddess
I Waited for the breeze to reach me,
And raised my hands over my head
Stretching them as if giving the universe a hug
Breathing everything in
I Felt my soul excite
I Closed my eyes and sensed with all my other organs
'Don't fear the wind,' something in me said.
'Let it push you to the edge, to the very edge'
My favorite music was playing in my head and I screamed it out my lips.
"I got my red dress on tonight
Dancing in the dark, in the pale moonlight
Done my hair up real big, beauty queen style
High heels off, I'm feelin' alive"
And I felt alive
My heart exploded
my head contemplated the possibility of Lana doing the same thing as she wrote this song,
And I loved her for it.
It really was a beautiful summer time sadness.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
All it takes is one step,
off that clif,
to end it all,
I have given up,
And I'm falling,
To my death.
All it takes is one step,
To walk in that door,
to talk it out,
To feel better.
I'm taking my medicine,
I'm still alive,
I'm helping myself.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
We want to preserve the nature that is beautiful to us.
We travel an hour to leave the congestion,
A day to sleep under skies slightly less polluted
A month to feel we’ve migrated like geese
And left the world of men, us men out there.
We bring flashlights to see in the dark sky
We leave cigarettes and Clif bar wrappers on the soil
I read recently of a group of mountaineers
Who traveled a month to touch a mountain
(rumored) to never have been climbed.
They brought a TV for the local people
You see, we yearn for some untouched place
And only bless that as “Nature”
We forget to save the wildflower we crush underfoot
We ignore squirrels and crows and anoles
Find pleasure in killing spiders and hacking mushrooms
Can we find some way to love the world we have?
Utopias don’t exist unless you believe in heaven.
This is not a case for despair, there is no case.
Despair allows you to give up on the world we do have.
This is a case for overwhelming beauty
Everywhere, at every scale.
Look at the eight eyes of the spider, count them.
Stare at your hands as they become unrecognizable beasts.
This is a case for hope, if we can see it.
Stop crushing, stop climbing, stop escaping.
This is a time to stand up for beauty
That you join and do not destroy.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC