"condensated" poems
Cold grey exterior,
Weeping acid rain,
Condensated glass,
Rotten window frame,
Drum and bass lines,
Speakers on the floor,
Tired mother screaming,
Kicking at their door,
Abuse laden vocals,
A wolf pack circle round,
Commotion on the stairwell,
Falling to the ground,
Blood soaked footsteps,
Muffled voices flee,
Sirens in the distance,
Mother cries for me.
Drum and Bass lines,
Speakers on the floor,
Orphaned son is weeping,
Mother screams no more.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
To,
Someone who
has never felt it?
I am deeply sorry.
Almost sorry enough to see
my deepest of sympathy
formed like a black chasm
An endless descent into
the realms of obssession
and unrequited affections
I've been tumbling around
upon a cycle
Like a water-wheel filling up
upon a stream
of blood, leaked from dreams
of sweet love
At first so warming and welcoming
At last so bitter, like ice breaking
at cycle's end.
Oh, these long moments
of fleeting affection
These different spirits
they ensnare me
In condensated reflections
of myself and
my past.
Why, these feelings
Are they not just
~ Love
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
Through the rivers and the rain
My emotions seep
No matter how far I reach
How quiet I be
Or how fervently I wish
For this condensated heart to dry
Beneath stars and moonlight vain
I stay
Locked in the garden of perpetual being
Without your warmth of certain meaning
And when the new morning comes
With the quiet thought
I realize what I had always ought
That I cannot seem to make you mine
Regardless of the place or time
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
highway without cars,
but condensated dreams
scattered all over the road.
past is the future,
ahead the unknown,
the road is neverendless.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC