"decomposes" poems
Breeze bellows,
leaves echo in
quivering psithurism,
dithering like
unbroken smoke,
this approaching omen goads.
Dozing crows
slumbering in rows,
droves of locusts'
silenced drone,
almost comatose in repose;
nighttime overtones
choir of toads'
raspy croaks
answered by alto
of crickets' orchestral strokes.
Gust encroaches;
robed boughs
cloven open,
bring into
scope and focus
me juxtaposed,
suspended apropos.
Although motionless
and petrified in stone,
provoked by zephyr
coaxing to and fro;
swaying pendulous
and no longer frozen,
locus gently thrown.
Death rattle moan
evoked from throat,
reflex can't say no
to rigor rigidly posed,
final sigh in silence,
awoken vocal,
expelled and disposed.
Smote by
morose emotion,
gun loaded then exploded
by neurosis,
now bloated
necrosis decomposes
into gross ochre.
This trophy
and this ode
both an opus to
my inability to cope;
romanced i proposed,
eloped and betrothed to
my own
inappropriate composure.
Pocket full of posies
plucked when luck bestowed
and tears in a cup, a toast;
crying copiously,
tempest runneth overflowed,
eyes swollen and soaked.
Dipped my toes
in the coast
of this ocean's
amorphous folds,
gripped by undertow
holding control of my soul;
swiftly shipwrecked in
shallow shoal,
an old atoll.
On sandy floor,
water burrows roads;
digging, carving, roams
through unmarrowed
silica and sandstone
eroding into a cove.
A host for
opal geode trove,
enclosing a
technicolor rose,
from the depths
a glowing mosaic shone
Unopened lotus floats
on foam
of lapping waves,
a boat;
prone to no
grandiose notion
or motive,
adrift as wind stokes.
I suppose
this only shows
the total corrosion
into which I dove,
the only foes to oppose
are those of burdens, so
only weightless can I atone-
I must let go.
Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 11:02 AM UTC
Eat Venison
strike fear into his bones
appeal to his intellectual bankruptcy
make it run
make it hide
under his own verbal garbage disposal
conquer him
little man
squash egos into fertilizer
for your plants
turn his nothing
into another form
negative
to positive
as he decomposes
inside his tinfoil crap
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
How easy it is to throw a ******** smile,
Say some normal words while your brain runs a mile,
How your feet keep walking and your hands keep moving,
Yet everything inside you decomposes into ruin.
To laugh a happy laugh and make a funny joke,
While your stomach twists and turns and feels it’s going up in smoke.
Last week was fine - what has happened to my mind?
I was enjoying life and sunshine - why now can’t I stop crying?
It consumed me less before so why so much today,
Why’s my heart now breaking why’s it ruining my day?
There’s no rhyme or reason to this crazy thing called grief,
It calms down for a moment then picks up like a stray leaf,
It takes it time to come and then it hits you all at once,
So please excuse me for a minute if I’m failing this front.
Sep 15, 2024
Sep 15, 2024 at 11:22 AM UTC
The paratrooper
clad in chlorophyllic green
stoic in resolve he leaps
jettisoned from lofty perch
spiraling in space
tumbling through time.
Airborne
born into the air
delivered to the dirt
he dies, decomposes
a casualty of consequence
body brown and rotting in the rain.
Wars are waged and seasons change
and the world spins on in spite of all.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
Seeking for the answer
in the fullness of the moon.
Letting my mind linger
encompassing every tune.
Never did I figure
classic are your lies.
Every dream of mine now
decomposes before my eyes.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
The incandescent Sun
is eating itself alive
They said it's too slow to matter
too slow to matter
The helium will compact
to a carbon red giant's core
They said it's too slow to matter
too slow to matter
The Earth's heat is depleted
by geothermal extraction
They said it's too slow to matter
too slow to matter
The geysers are drying up
and the pressure sinks in subsidence
They said it's too slow to matter
too slow to matter
The permafrost decomposes
and prehistoric methane effervesces
They said it's too slow to matter
too slow to matter
The Yellowstone caldera hisses
plumes of taunting toxic gases
They said it's too slow to matter
too slow to matter
The sea-floor volcanoes
purge their way to the surface
They said it's too slow to matter
too slow to matter
The aurora lights the sky
as solar wind ravages the magnetosphere
They said it's too small to matter
too small to matter
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
Saw Kafka's "THE METAMORPHOSIS" last night.
In dance, words realized and a man sticky
As he decomposes,
Composes his family.
But without the usual inspiration,
Afraid to tackle what can not be made more
Beautiful.
So instead I scribble an equation
And put my head underneath the
Bathtub water,
And calculate my foolishness,
Dabbling in the mathematics of
Love and poetry.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 6:56 AM UTC
a 'good' poem crumbles in your mouth. it doesn't
tell you, chiding, "this is how i should taste" -
instead decomposes into the loam of ages.
no single flavour is the same
to every person.
a 'good' poem forces open the jaw,
climbing in. it begs no hospitality -
it needs none. and as it clambers on your tongue
(trying to avoid incisors), only taste
keeps you chewing, rolling gobs of words over molars,
wondering when before you've felt them
without knowing.
sustaining life sustains a string of
otherwise insubstantial little letters no better
than ideograms, clicks and chirps
all ones and zeros, really.
we embroider and tack up that
which our minds give meaning to.
Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 9:10 PM UTC
Look, no more swimming to the bottom of the pool,
Or looking in the closet for what you know isn't there,
No more trying to hang out alone because you know you'll never be cool.
And man, google it, bleach tastes like **** and you know you'd be missed so quit.
Sit and follow bit by bit as I list what you're in, because all I have to do is reminisce.
We've been there, man, so cut the crap. We'll draw you a map to get to your cap,
Your maximum capacity.
To be what your Dad could be before he started chasing secretaries behind your Mother's back
and lost his dignity as the dignitary of your household.
We see what you do and what you've lost, you paid the cost of false love and we know.
My friend, we know.
There's no reason, no rhyme, but it doesn't help to whine, nor wine.
We've been there, and we'll tell you, it gets better, my friend, we promise.
It deteriorates and decomposes at a fast rate that keeps you up late as you miss your mate, the one you believe made you great.
But you were great before the ***** walked out the door shaking what brought you there to a fake amour.
There's no reason to sit and cry by the fireplace and wait and waste until your waist is eight,
just because a girl you tried to date couldn't relate to your place in the world.
We know, my friend, we know. And we know it gets better.
So pick yourself up off the floor and dust off that kitty sweater.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
the transcontinental railroads
embedded with barbed wire on my skin
I hope you travel it one day
and cut the noose around my neck
and caress my persistent demons into hibernation
before my body decomposes
into nothing but meaningless flesh
and scarred bone
I want to spend a night
beside you
in the burning of an embrace
that is your reluctant arms
and jaded smile
severing life lines
strangling your ability to breathe
suffocating yourself with tainted air
and choking on your words
you will spill
hopefully beside me.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
Two birds cry
for what once was.
The innocent lamb decomposes
for she once were
Tossing joy with a painted face
humming without distress
to the two birds who tended her
all for naught.
The two birds had watched her succession
turning away from her inevitable passing
Moments wasted now abandoned
Replacing blissful memories
with a duet of Piano Sonata
sung by the two birds
as they attempt to mend the lamb with harmony.
Now only one bird cries
for the other must sing
for what once was.
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
A man once told me, "Never write a movie where a man is left shouting after a woman who is sure to return"
I was raised by wolves and Don Quixote
lead with(in) the heart; regret with(in) the brain
dead weight hangs hungry in my chest
I see fear creep in my knees
my teeth are looking to be tested
my skin is stained like a constellation capricorn gemini pisces
I am my own galaxy:
only porcelain angels looking over me
backstage pass to my caterpillar identity crisis
My imagination (machinations of muddled emotions) was waiting for someone like you
His laugh rattles my subconscious and decomposes my rigor mortis
kiss youmeus like your tongue was made of money
finger me as much as I do my hair
I like sinking into your mind; it's warm in here
Eggs&Bacon;
bread & butter
you're the apple pie to my adam's apple (with all the cavities)
I'm a headless chicken framing instant coffee amber memories
ice cream melts the closer I get to the sun...
It rained today.
Some statues talk, some people have nothing to say;
who will you dip in gold and call your temple?
Why does it have to be art and not just us?
you're just another outlet mall; your sheep are in Leeds
the shoes are from your closet and I need reupholstering
my feet will go where they dare but
the yellow brick road is turmeric and
shame
I'm on a deserted island and all I see are birds
all my doors have a neon EXIT sign
It began and ended with the Space Odyssey-
"Martha!"
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
And it's pretty cool
when you're you and I'm me
though I don't know what to say
what could I?
I want to,
say anything at all
if it'll make me feel better about wasting your time,
making you dislike me more
each second that passes
I can only assume
that you are merely humoring my childish attempts and desires
though I'm not entirely sure what they even are,
what I want from you
what you mean
but it's still nice
very enjoyable
so it can be allowed to survive
at least for a while
until it dies
decomposes and I'm forced to face truths
the kinds I hate
though I also want them
because you are just far too intimidating
for me to be around for too long.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
Twas under the brightest silver moon,
That I witnessed true perfection bloom--
Her hair like silken petals; her figure strong and proud--
And all this beauty blossomed five full months from June.
Just as frail as flowers, though, her splendor was painfully brief,
And, though many said I must move on, I could not contain my grief.
I could not bring myself to so easily sway!
I just did not have it in me to turn over a new leaf.
My mind's been a flutter with floating blossoms of her face.
A cloud of radiant spores I'm forever forced to chase.
This wasn't just a fish occupying a vast sea;
There were no other flowers that could occupy my shattered heart-vase.
And now her name's like perfume foreign to all other noses,
I've found a simple remedy that alleviates my pain.
But, as the garden of my heart festers and decomposes,
I feel a little better every time I burn the roses.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
I wonder...
Can you hear me
Can you really hear my whispers in heaven
Or is that just another lie they told me so I would stop crying
I miss you so much
Watching me or not, I just want you here
Just to see you one more time
Hug you until I die so I can stand by your side JUST ONE MORE TIME
Just one more time...
Is that too much to ask
You meant so much to me
In fact the world was so much clearer when you were still alive
Now it is just blur
A giant blob of pure nothing
And to stand at your grave isn't enough to clear my sight
My soul feels like it is burning to ashes as your body decomposes
I'm so scared
Help me...
I need you
Please...wipe my tears away
Just one more time
Please
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
The feeling, the burning sensation
decomposes my spirit to crumbs
leaving a hard exterior shell,
a parasite taking over my body
and leaving only the remnants
to be discovered too late.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
This fire may have started in my mind
But now it's gone and spread
To my spirit, to my heart
And I can't help but feel
I'd cause less damage
If I were just dead instead
I've tried to ignore it, I've tried to move past
I did my best to disconnect from each unpleasant shadow cast
But still it grows inside me, this black & toxic curse
And as much as I wish otherwise it's only getting worse
Who the **** are you?
And I don't even have a face for the rage
I don't even have a name I can scream in disdain
They're both lost in the shadows of my inner flames
Burning brightly, burning hate
Is this hate?
Insidious and unforgiving, venomous and vile
Relentless, inescapable - and spreading all the while
I can't let this consume me, I refuse to let it win
But as each rotten second decomposes I corrode within
What the **** are you?
And I don't even have a face for the rage
I don't even have a name I can scream in disdain
They're both lost in the shadows of my inner flames
Burning brightly, burning hate
This is hate.
I know this feeling, this is hate
I wish it would just leave me be
This twisted feeling, full of hate
How can I escape?
When I don't even have a face for the rage
I don't even have a name I can scream in disdain
I can't see anything through these crimson shades of pain
And ******* hate.
No more hate
No more hate
I don't want to feel this way
Please take it away
And grant me escape from my faceless rage
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
Glass shatters
Heart splatters
Silver platters.
Wine stains the once pure floor
Endless maze of hallways
Red lace and empty days
I cant take anymore
Broken pearls
Screaming girls
The room whirls
I've lost my way
I lie on the ground
There's darkness around
I don't make a sound
There's daggers in the words you say
Shh, close your eyes..
Oh, moaning mind please rewind time
Lips locked, fingers entwined
It started with a smile
Then we danced a while and you took me home
We made sweet love
Then gazed above at the stars...
Run!
Dear God, run!
But wait, I'm the one holding the gun
Ruins...
Nothing left but ruins when the heartache begins
shallow breaths
I shot him down
Cinderella took off her gown
Blood's splattered on the walls
No expression
He made the wrong impression
Time for another session..
No one can hear his bellowing calls
I bring him thorn'd roses
And watch as he decomposes
People **** in their noses
But it's too late
He's gone.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
Trees store memories of water,
drought, bad dream, is forgotten.
Love is a spring, ever remembered
hate decomposes to waste.
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 7:43 AM UTC
The simplicity of this will blow your mind.
Nothing leaves this plane/t.
When you die your body decomposes and becomes soil. The gasses and liquids in your body evaporate and become air wich goes back up into the clouds.
From conception every drop of water your mother drank and every fruit or vegetable she ate, came from the clouds and soil that nourished her.
From birth you are made up of these cells from those cycles that will forever recycle until the end of time. You drink the same water that fell on this earth at the beginning of its life.
I do believe in a soul and spirit.
But you can now see.
YOU ARE EVERY PERSON YOU'VE EVER MET.
Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 4:09 PM UTC
Each long lost dream
of conquest in the
ashes of history
is buried.
With it lie the
cracking bones of
sacrificial pawns
forever to oblivion
consigned.
Celebrated as nothing
more than the unknown
soldier, who for the
ambitious and self-centered
imperialist, gave his own
dear life.
A soldier unknown who
gives his own blood,
to elevate his general
to history's indelible
annals, decomposes to
oblivion with neither
a name nor an identity.
He spills his own blood
for a glorious title on
his chiefs to be conferred.
His valiance, bravery and courage
are all to his commanding
general credited,
who in unmerited triumph,
robs him of his military
ingenuity.
Dishonoured in death,
his unidentified remains
are crammed with the bones
of others like him, in
catacombs of mass graves.
Whilst his imperialist
general, to whom he
gives a name in history,
gets interred in splendour,
in a stately and Palatial
mausoleum.
Feb 29, 2024
Feb 29, 2024 at 4:22 PM UTC
sterile pools singe clean white sheets
as we sing a dying dirge of keats
godlipped eyes in odes of closings
lifetimes in their fevered sickness
disassembled friends and lovers
numb from blue bell laced deceits
ride the sunlight as it decomposes
out of time with love's lithe quickness
fading thorns on blackout roses
line threadbare broken hearted streets
the black eyed blossoms know your name...(follow you home, step by step on)
braided bricks under crumbling feet
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC