"crevis" poems
A bile seeps into the crevis of my soul
Nausea and dyspepsia infest the sinews of my being
Death would be a welcome reprieve from the pain
Then my mind wanders to you
And I dance among the flowers of euphoria
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
"where night is...the integrity
of the voyaging star..."
will flowers blossom soon in this
nearby petal-edged spring? the day
is full of buds, the night carries its ghosts,
the night-lily singing of magnolia and cloud.
in the sweet-breathed sky
the silver stars are like tiny pins,
my love is carved in their reflections,
i see his face in their waters,
our love still lasts, scented like the spring,
promising each other the ghosts of forever,
i could never let him go and now he says
he wants to die by the sea, in my arms,
and we create a new dream, out of night's
shadows, a new beginning before the new end
for all our love and all our hate.
i lie numbed or over-joyed seeking
his tenderness in every crevis waiting
for the kind word, the gentle kiss.
sometimes he gives me love, sometimes his hate -
how tired the world, its hidden ghosts
soaking in the rain, the clouds subdued,
the poem built of the night's sweet edge
enamel-glazed, hypnotic like the stars.
how tired the world- how empty-
and how the poetry spins like a top, full
of the dark sky, the sad farewell,
the pretty ghost.
Mar 8, 2022
Mar 8, 2022 at 2:14 PM UTC
The leaves fade into a motionless inferno
As they slowly crumple and fall
Bitter coldness begins to crawl into every crevis
Days pass
Trees and grass grey
under a distant gloomy sky
Cold is constant and stale
Time has no hold
Sweet spring air brings warmth and cheer
Grass brightly reaches high as the flowers bloom
Luscious fill once bare branches
But still a chill lingers
The sun has a long leisure roll across the sky
Wispy clouds are few and scattered
life's in swing, busy busy busy
A soft cool breeze starts the close
The grey that never left thickens and consumes
year after year
day after day
never ending is the pain
of losing you
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
I thought it was mumbled confessions and whispers of regret,
I thought it was about liability and responsibilites,
I thought it was painful and angry but being poised enough to not let it show.
Nobody told me it was loud and unconditional and would make me feel like there's no air around me but in a good way,
Nobody told me it was about honesty and loyalty and commitment and want and lust and yearning to be a better person so I can be the best me for my best person,
Nobody told me it was gonna feel like I'm gonna explode because im so passionate, or that problems seize to exist when when I wedge my head into the warm crevis between his chest and chin and he won't even let me wipe my own tears,
and I don't take pills anymore because he waits to fall asleep until I've fallen asleep,
And I feel like the world is at my fingertips when he giggles at me and says my eyes are shimmering when really i just won't shut up about something important to me but it's actually irrelevant.
Nobody told me it was magical and nobody mentioned love would save me.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
The limber man stepped into a crevis
fire spewed and ate him
well he didn't die
Cause he was no menace
Reverend neither
But out his mouth, he spewed Ether
Intoxication got his own mind in a ravine of
lost dreams
In the sleep, he does weep
But the tears are lost and blind the eyes and soul inside get corroded by eyes.......
I the guy flying far into the sky
Seeing through webs
Easy for adolescence to catch sins essence
Resistance?
Of course we all have a choice, but once blinded does the mind realise the lost oh I suppose
Another choice occurs
The mind disappears, into a dimension where dreams are inspected and where the lost tear can occur.
Not blinding me
no
Not I
see I am that guy
that flies
bye bye
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
No one knows what she really looks like
Without all her makeup on
Once she applied the first coat of beautify
She never once thought of taking it off
She just continually adds to the layers
Off the color wheel from which she gleens
Comes in an array of colors
From the 70's through the new millennium
Even her own mother would not recognize her
If she ever decided to come clean
A la natural in spite of it all
This Maybelline beauty queen
She never fell into a little dab will do ya
But far less than any glob fest
She lets her fingers do the walking as her makeup does the talking
Never once giving her face a rest
Never could guess how old she is
As she expertly fills in the lines
Every crevis and crack from forehead to neck
A little heavy-handed at times
Till even she doesn't know what she looks like
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC