"gastly" poems
Feel the calm before the storm,
Starting fresh, but cool and deep,
It bathes the soul and all its forms
In soothing winds no one can keep.
Close your eyes and feel the waves
They take you back, you feel no pain
Your soul for now it's all you save,
You'll feel the rest when it starts to rain.
I sail deep within the clouds,
Don't brace yourself, just ride it out
As if you're overwhelmed by crowds
Of people you know none about.
The flashes pierce the dark horizon,
Wind is filled with salty drops,
The waves appear as mighty bisons,
My fear is courage, I hope it lasts.
Promised you I will be there,
Closest friends in good and sorrow,
The times of anger and despair
Are all this storm will ever swallow.
I'll ride this storm and walk with you
This path of life and what might bring,
Strength and love have just outgrew
This mighty storm and everything.
Gastly winds and fierce waves
Lift the sea way up above,
As a wall it now behaves
I am filling up with love.
And as I stare into the sea
I see myself alone and cold,
Warm within I have to be
To feel my love and to be bold.
Touched the wave as I rode higher
And felt the rain shaping my body,
I can feel the warmth and fire,
The beating hearts of everybody.
Will and love within my soul
Lit the shades and calmed the sea,
As the boat began to roll
I have seen what I can be.
For somethings I've never had
I'll do the things I never did,
Love will save me from the bad,
The heart will search for what is hid.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 5:58 AM UTC
The sky was a dash of salt
Bitter and never enough
He was standing there admiring the rocking chair
The price she said “you will have to pay”
Creakkkkk says the old rocking chair
He brought it home that old rocking chair
Placed it just below the stairs
“Ah” he said firmly and turned it to face the sea
Little did he know he would have to pay a termly fee
Creakkkk says the old rocking chair
Late that night as the crows cried
he rolled over upon his side
There in the doors way
The creaky old rocking chair making its way
Creakkkk says the old rocking chair
Back and forth the rocking chair goes
Why this way no one knows
The man had awaken by the time of dawn
He tried to shake off what he had saw
Creakkkk says the old rocking chair
There in the way of his escape
Ruby red blood crawling from the rocking chair
Flowing freely from the old rocking chair
On to the white soft forest below
Creakkkk says the old rocking chair
As he inched away from his near turned opponent
The squeaky, creaky old rocking chair
The most beautiful women the man had ever seen
A gastly figure dressed in white and stained with a gruesome scene
Turned to face the sea
Creakkkk says the old rocking chair
He thought of running hiding somewhere far away
But that beautiful mistress begged him to stay
The wind then was a chorus of howling crys
He could not believe his eyes
That once creepy, sneaky rocking chair disappeared from his side
That old rocking chair creaked no more
Years later when his bones were as old stone
That same man walked down the same street alone
Just when he’d thought that peace was here at last
He saw a flash from an undesired past
Sitting just below the stairs…
Creakkkk said the old rocking chair
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
Today has been far too negative for my taste.
Though I am a woman I am still as impressionable as a child
And the way that people speak
And choose their words
Can make
Or break
Me.
Shot down with a casual
Decline.
Not a thought as to how it would
Change me.
Turned off with a gesture of a brow
Not a care for how it could
Estrange me.
Think for a moment before you
Talk **** about that friend of ours
Because I'm not
******* STUPID.
Whether it be spoken now or later you're
Proving to me that you're nasty
And gastly
And rude.
For ***** sake.
Be polite.
My colors change from
Yellow with the sun to grey or gray like the end
Of
The day.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 2:54 AM UTC
The burn upon your back
Oh, I remember it well
The shriek passed through your lips
The awful, gastly smell
Why I ever put it there
That I do not know
Far too gone my mind was
I should not have let go
His words were dipped in honey
His smile captivatingly sharp
He kept the knowledge which I craved
He snuck into my heart
He drove my thoughts of you away
Seduced me with his charm
I danced his tune
Performed his art
Made his puppet
Played the part
How I wish for nights turned back
How I want for only their change
For if dreams could turn reality
This path would not lead to shame
Alas, the Guilty cannot rise to fame
The Bitter cannot hide from pain
We all work to beat this game
None are blameless in this quest for change
Yet minds still sharp and full of wit
Will rise against the hellish pit
Can bring an end to it all
Stop gods and masters standing tall
Fight against the rising tide
Prove that we are still alive
Have His plans brought to the grave
Take home back and save the day
For whether you're safe or whether your not
You won't allow our friends to rot
Don't show me why I love you still
Don't make this burning pain too real
Never to think of what you lost
While we weep for what it cost
Should have been me to take the blame
But then, you and I are just the same
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
Gravity Pulls
Our forms to be
Us
Ferociose things
and full of wonder
Coalesced
A singularity
Then
Light gave sight
To halo Rings
cast black by the unknown.
As
Matter found
in vapor form,
gave lift
To humbled fret
As This
A contract ,
dully met
Is thee
Unbalanced bet
Thus of this
the arch
of
spark
And metronomal
Mark
Are
Atoms and matter
Space and time
Those truths of ,Light and dark
And with such tools
so crude
To brood
To flame
And fuel
A spark
Creation cold
Creation still
Creation void and stark
So
this
Reclusive
Alcamest
A Sentient being
adrift
Does
refuse
His
piety
Such god
of gastly note
So
due I hail
Thee
full of spite
Destroyer
Jubilant
And Respond
Of you
no word
A Shepard
Nought of
Herd
Of countless time
With rhythms rhyme
Reiterate
Time spent
Oh the hour
Spent of you
Lent not of your ear
Oh creature
coward
Faceless you
And
I
The
Waiting
lamb
Who
gave to me
a hand of sand
The
grains,
owned
by
the
******
And woe of he
The ward of space
Gate
keep
Absent
grace
Riddled with
A failing mind
Our Blessed
Heathen *****
For
Surly plans
unknown, unwind
Of what we too endure
This
An empty
Formulaic
Tombe of ancient tune
speaks this code
A wayword
vice
Such
Absent
paradise
In
higher planes
finds he abode
Neglectful father form
And
finds he
solice
As
He
Demands
Souls
For
Evermore
So faceless form
Unmask thyself
Disarm
With
Your
Descent
For us
The mortal
Masses
Ask nought
With no consent
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC