"graver" poems
Det varme brød ånder på træbordet
Sukker, efterlader spor af tilværelsen i sveden
Smurt ind i olie
Som mine lunger nu er smurt ind i tjære
- så blev det hele værre
Mit sind er nok sort nu fordi jeg fodrer det
Med hvide vægge og blå kameler
Farver indersiden af mine øjenlåg med nøgne løgne
Fordi sandheden er som en knytnæve der tæver
Og blod
I skridtets indre maskineri
Der fungerer som en rulletrappe
Kører alle de ufødte børn ud
Kyler alle de ufødte børn ud
Skuffer moder jord igen
Er ************ og abortion nu egentlig ikke det samme?
Jeg drømmer så der står blomster ud af begge ører
Danner min egen rosenhave
Venter på en gartner graver sig gennem torne og forestillinger til han når
De indre vægge i mit rytmisk, blodige hjertekammer
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone
When Durin woke and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of his head
The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall.
Of mighty kings of Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away;
The world was fair in Durin's Day.
A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright.
There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote,
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver mined, the mason built,
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.
Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang
And at the gates the trumpets rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls,
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.
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When, as the garish day is done,
Heaven burns with the descended sun,
'Tis passing sweet to mark,
Amid that flush of crimson light,
The new moon's modest bow grow bright,
As earth and sky grow dark.
Few are the hearts too cold to feel
A thrill of gladness o'er them steal,
When first the wandering eye
Sees faintly, in the evening blaze,
That glimmering curve of tender rays
Just planted in the sky.
The sight of that young crescent brings
Thoughts of all fair and youthful things
The hopes of early years;
And childhood's purity and grace,
And joys that like a rainbow chase
The passing shower of tears.
The captive yields him to the dream
Of freedom, when that ****** beam
Comes out upon the air:
And painfully the sick man tries
To fix his dim and burning eyes
On the soft promise there.
Most welcome to the lover's sight,
Glitters that pure, emerging light;
For prattling poets say,
That sweetest is the lovers' walk,
And tenderest is their murmured talk,
Beneath its gentle ray.
And there do graver men behold
A type of errors, loved of old,
Forsaken and forgiven;
And thoughts and wishes not of earth,
Just opening in their early birth,
Like that new light in heaven.
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The rhyme of the poet
Modulates the king's affairs,
Balance-loving nature
Made all things in pairs.
To every foot its antipode,
Each color with its counter glowed,
To every tone beat answering tones,
Higher or graver;
Flavor gladly blends with flavor;
Leaf answers leaf upon the bough,
And match the paired cotyledons.
Hands to hands, and feet to feet,
In one body grooms and brides;
Eldest rite, two married sides
In every mortal meet.
Light's far furnace shines,
Smelting ***** and bars,
Forging double stars,
Glittering twins and trines.
The animals are sick with love,
Lovesick with rhyme;
Each with all propitious Time
Into chorus wove.
Like the dancers' ordered band,
Thoughts come also hand in hand,
In equal couples mated,
Or else alternated,
Adding by their mutual gage
One to other health and age.
Solitary fancies go
Short-lived wandering to and fro,
Most like to bachelors,
Or an ungiven maid,
Not ancestors,
With no posterity to make the lie afraid,
Or keep truth undecayed.
Perfect paired as eagle's wings,
Justice is the rhyme of things;
Trade and counting use
The serf-same tuneful muse;
And Nemesis,
Who with even matches odd,
Who athwart space redresses
The partial wrong,
Fills the just period,
And finishes the song.
Subtle rhymes with ruin rife
Murmur in the house of life,
Sung by the Sisters as they spin;
In perfect time and measure, they
Build and unbuild our echoing clay,
As the two twilights of the day
Fold us music-drunken in.
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One eye lined a rippling void in our favor
Two lights aimed to dither coherence astray
A spark may be one
A pyre, another
Two methods by which we may aptly narrate
These volumes which artifice rendered impassive
Some lifetimes ago
As if carved out of stone
Upon faces that masons could not replicate
We taxed ourselves harsh by indulging old spirits
But graver the crime was to give them a name
The deepest transgression of all, incorporeal
Our memories in the end gave us away
Yes, nostalgia seeps in through the gaps in our logic
To shepherd the currents beneath those blue waves
As if tides could be altered by such visitation
And oceans stood frozen with forces concealed by
Some gravities borne of celestial weight
Reluctant to wake and depart Colorado
My surrogate mother
Our canvas to paint
Expressions whipped dry by the skirt of her leather
And eardrums wrung pierced by the crags and the scree
If I leave now this portal may vanish forever
I could leave my sins here in the chill of the Springs
Release them down mineshaft chutes long since abandoned
In futile attempts to abscond the unclean
And rise to leave haunts of offenses unstated
To come crawling back from the dead
Southbound with me
Hold out, I was told
With arms to receive
You'll make sure to keep your hands steady for me
I'm soaked to the core with my soul and voice breaking
With eyes for your heart and its formless cascade
And my pail with dozens of holes to redeem
An abundance of squalls brewed behind both those seams
The light crosses your path
And you won't look away
When I question by which laws such mirrors are made
And it all seems so cruel that we're drawn here to suffer
To be teased and transfixed by what glimmers remain
I can drum up what strengths I have left to ignite you
I'll shout even louder when you forget your name
I'll relearn every way that I've known how to love you
But we're taught to process what we cannot maintain
Yes, our hearts are irreparably torn in this way
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
Dear friend of mine
You are an important ,extraordinary unique and golden individual! Everything that has happened to you...All you've been through..., has formed you into the somebody you are today...
Nothing! absolutely nothing! has been wasted...Every tiny trauma has been uploaded to the eternal cosmic hardrive....The agony and misery you have experienced, has become a priceless commodity, a new currency of experience, strength and hope a purpose that will touch the hearts and minds of all one makes contact with...Especially our beautiful broken souls, desperate to climb out of the belly of the beast, tortured and tormented by the scourge of affliction...
You are building a new life now, this time upon the rock, for you are still here! and must not be moved! No matter what , for you have earned your passage to the road of happy destiny.. And.As you trudge this graceful, righteous road, you will meet life long friends, who will support and comfort you in times of tribulation...
You are on firm ground now, for the bomb has already dropped and devastated anything worthwhile in your former life , you are safe now, for you have already been ruined ,and fallen on your own sword...
You have survived the brutal winter of your life, and it is spring now!...Only good things are in the post for you!, Expect good things to come to you! Say " I expect good things to come to me"... for where your attention goes... your energy flows! and so it will be... For as you believe... you will receive, please don't doubt, for you will go without! where your attention goes your energy flows...Believe in the impossible and never doubt the miracle that you are... you've come this far!...
Fear of death is cruel, but there is a fate graver than death itself...Wishing that you had lived, living dead, dying in your mind a thousand times,just wishing it would all just end, never waking up, a life full of remorse and regret, wishing if only, when the ship done left the port...
Rejoice and celebrate that you are fighting the good fight and didn't give up on yourself and let life pass you by, that your alive today...and that the best years of your existence lie ahead... for as deep and as broad is your suffering...so shall be your comfort...I am with you in spirit always your friend Gabriel
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
The word interminable
is more than just a word.
Interminable is watching the sunrise
from a sleepless bed.
Interminable is staring at the ceiling
for hours searching for answers
in off-white oblivion.
When your life is just begun
but cannot seem to end quick enough.
When you're happier surrounded
by smoke and strangers
than you are alone.
Do you know interminable?
I think you do
It's when you wander the streets
going to work
going to school
going to live
and the air screams
the sun flickers
and no one is saying anything
but no one will stop talking.
Interminable is the sadness
the confusion
the overwhelming yearning for silence or something graver.
And you know that that too shall pass
that you're not always so sad.
That you've got a laugh able to warm hearts,
but what does it matter?
Why does it matter at all?
Days weeks years of happiness
are but fleeting moment.
But every second of sadness
is as interminable
as the weary days and weary ways
of the burning stars which supercede time itself.
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 11:51 AM UTC
Det sitre i kroppen
Som utålmodigheden
Det spænder i hver en nerve
Ligsom stramme snørebånd.
Jeg får nu kvalme ved hver en tanke der strejfer mig, og kaster realitytjek(s) ind i fjæset på mig. For jeg har jo aldrig forstået, før efter tiende gang, tyvende gang, for jeg forstår jo aldrig hvorfor?
Stikker, graver, kaster mudder fraser i hovedet på hver en idiot, der snakker om følelser for et andet menneske. For jeg tror ligeså lidt på “kærligheden”, som djævlen og hans tro på uskyld.
Som tålmodigheden
Sitre det i kroppen
Ligsom stramme snørebånd
Spænder det i hver en nerve.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
Demons walk this house of mine
They do it at night from time to time
They frighten my guests
And startle my pet's
My cat just sits and stares
My dog her teeth she bears
They just push her aside
She runs and hides
They walk last night again my floors
So I got up and shut the bedroom door
Of course they do what they alway do
My door they pass right through
I tried to ignore them as on my bed I sat
But not tonight they would have none of that
They were there to chat
What do you want, I asked with disgust
They spoke with the tongues of cosmic dust
We are here to watch and savor
Your situation will soon be much graver
Three shadow men in front of me stood
Glowing eyes stared out from under their darkened hood
One pointed at the table, one at the razor, one at my hand
Time it slowed, the hourglass lost it's sand
Then they said, we are here for you our dear friend
My hand started to shake, and then extend
I gave them a determined look
And pulled my hand back although it shook
You can make me cut, you have many times before
I know it's the smell and taste of my blood you adore
You can even make me take my life
They laughed so hard at that, We only want to bring you strife
You silly human child
It's not you blood we desire
Although we do like to watch your blood flow
What we want is the pain to grow
It's just a plus to make you bleed
But it's on your human soul we feed
And your agony makes it all the more sweeter
So your life we make sure it's so much bleaker
I ordered them out of my room
I demanded they take their gloom
They swiftly moved, pinned me down and entered my head
And now I'm wishing that I was not food but dead!
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
Du placerer ord i min mund og det bryder jeg mig ikke om
Du frarøver mine smilehuller og graver miner i stedet
Jeg hader dig sådan
Du hælder rødvin udover min krop og jeg sidder som den lille havfrue
Jeg hader dig sådan
Du river hårtotter ud der føles som kontinenter
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
We hail our system but what of the victims
That it’s taken along the way
And if change is coming (then why are we running)
What does that really say
We need a suture not fear of the future
Especially when it’s in play
Now that may not suit ya
But this is a brand new day
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
The Wall Street collapse presents us these facts
Some people think greed is good
And now that the onus (is on the big bonus)
We’re questioning whether they should
It doesn’t make sense to reward incompetence
No logical person would
Be that as it may (they do anyway)
And that’s why they’re misunderstood
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
Health care and education (advances a nation)
But some say it’s too socialist
To underwrite it (and so they fight it)
But the larger point’s what they miss
So what if we’re wealthy
If our people aren’t healthy
And they lack good educations
What does that say about us anyway
When rated among other nations
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
Now we’ve criticized those who’ve devised
Schemes that produced no labor
But let’s try to surmount it (and think about it)
Pehaps they’ve done us a favor
By making us see regulation is key
Before things get much graver
I think y’all know by doing so
It might prove to be a life saver
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
Health care and education (advances a nation)
But some say it’s too socialist
To underwrite it (and so they fight it)
But the larger point’s what they miss
So what if we’re wealthy
If our people aren’t healthy
And they lack good educations
What does that say about us anyway
When rated among other nations
We hail our system but what of the victims
That it’s taken along the way
And if change is coming (then why are we running)
What does that really say
We need a suture not fear of the future
Especially when it’s in play
Now that may not suit ya
But I'm saying it anywy
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2015. All rights reserved.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
I’ve been naive,
I’ve let you pretend to leave.
your footprints on my back,
your hands around my neck.
insidious, nagging, affection-less,
touch-craving little me.
I’ve been worn down,
pierced in private longings,
secret places,
there inside my deepest heart,
my deepest holding,
my most sacred cradling places.
how many times?
two times two,
time tables,
turning around back to you
will I begin to see?
will I be able
to reconcile with me?
to ward off lonely lagging leeches
like you,
like feathers drifting by
in a dusty, sticky sky.
naivety was my gravity,
not knowing,
-my sanity.
now I ask,
in full sunlight,
blue sky as my witness,
which is a graver danger?
you no longer hold
the dagger.
and still I walk trembling in my feet
one step:
steadying in defiant dignity,
two steps:
an angel’s voice to heal me.
I can hold up the glass,
see foreground,
see the past,
all’s perspective,
all is what I decide now,
what I ask,
what I intend and what I allow.
~Lana Maree Haas
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 12:51 PM UTC
The earth might know whether the fire
Beneath the hillock as a pyre
Was there and kept a-smouldering
Whatever burnt it with fiery sting.
From morning did he slowly, oh!
Acute and heavy stones below
Clasp with his own holy wrath,
A power ne one had ne now hath.
Though he’s been slumb’ring innocently
Since hundred years ago, sharply,
As I had heard from my ancestors,
Got furious by some evil stars.
It was a foggy day of autumn,
None could be seen at the bottom,
Nor high above a bird to fly,
Nor that hill, then calm and high.
When the pale sun reached the top,
Of earthly dome of clouds did rob
His grandeur boldly, the rain began
To curse the man with wicked plan.
Till then no one conjectured what
God had stored for their hapless lot,
But dreamt bygone months when they
Were carefree as a child and gay.
Once the sun was lost in the west,
Some eerie sounds from that hill-crest
Began to frighten children, and their
Unhappy parents uttered a prayer.
One wondered if it was a rumbling
Of the clouds, about to be tumbling
Once again as heavier rain
Upon grey mountains and verdant plain.
Another heard the rustling leaves,
As summer’s cool wind gently heaves.
But no such things were their outside,
Then must’ve in high note an infant cried.
That voice, as night seemed deep and darker,
Bit by bit, from grave to graver
Became, and did from the hill emerge.
All cravens shrieked, they shrieked, “O dirge!”
All at once in mightiest blast,
Liquid fire did up the crust
Gush out, flash out from the earth,
As if he gathered an endless mirth.
Then down that splendent stone did flow
With million captive crumbles, lo!
The brooklet virile made its way
Through forsaken woods and clay.
Hearth! A hearth of our whole world
That dormant knoll was like; he hurled
The hallowed fire, which God alone
Could gift mankind, with new adorn.
What rapture did the hill derive
Unburd’ning himself of newer life!
And what unwavering faith had he
In earth on whose lap his child would be!
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC
( to which temple shall our in-betweenness kneel before
reft in ****** dark?
housed in parenthetical arms,
graver than a tomb's rhetoric—
washed in red of flowers, a swarm
of light arrives, waking the undeath
of stone.
from glib strife to downpour of
leaves — a morning unbound, unclose
the sojourn lay by the side of the
river, the single-minded cruise
to appassionata,
love.)
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
Ik zie ze vallen, de vogels zijn bevroren.
*** kan een vorst zo snel bevriezen?
Vliegen naar de vrijheid richting verder.
Maar het noorden is koud en het zuiden verwoest.
Oost of west, thuis, draag ik een vest.
De kachel verliet mij. Waarom verliet hij mij?
Een heuvel probeert zijn piek te bevochtigen,
Maar niemand staat daar, dus hij blijft droog.
Alles rolt naar beneden, een diep en duister gat.
Wanneer krijg ik een reden? Mijn kin is nat.
Ik vraag mij af wanneer dooi zal wederkeren.
Ik vraag mij af wie er moet leren.
Zijn zij dood en leef ik voort?
Of is dit zoals het hoort?
Kleurenblind, dat ben ik, maar jij bent doof.
Jouw oren werken, graver des kloof.
Wil jij niet luisteren? Ben jij bang?
Laat mij jou koesteren met mijn gezang.
Jouw wonden, lik ze niet zo hard.
Voel je pijn, spreidt het vlees apart.
Ik ben daar, ik **** je kreet.
Jouw vervloeking, toch, ik grijp je beet.
Ooit op een dag, in verre tijd.
Mijn hart beantwoord; jouw spijt.
Open je ogen en druppel met mij mee
Vergiffenis en liefde, ons bootje op zee.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC
Once monsters transubstantiate from the stories liars procreated,
Saints will be demonized, the appendages of justice are amputated,
As the people oblige the varmint to which they are harkened to make sated,
A mythos deepens in the shadows that is the chimera’s birthplace, they illy devour the nests of krait.
Those who blindly accept Odysseus’s tools as truths spun out of that which is hated,
Foolishly seek justice in the ****** of Palamedes whilst knowing not the sins their “justice” shall have produced.
As the people oblige the varmint to which they are harkened to find sated,
Propagate the mythos of Odysseus that is birthed of shadows in which chimera mated,
They, without bar, promptly devour the nests of krait.
As the people look on from their lofty perch,
The world seems more desolate than degenerates that, in alleyways, awkwardly converge,
People, narcissistic in their ways, believe they have apprehended the problems of the world,
Truly knowing nothing of any world, yet they demand change - forcing reality to be gnarled.
Our raison d’etre stripped by liars’ clever demarche,
Seeking out new value, we find nothing more than the waste liars' disgorge.
Accept the monsters into sainthood,
Demote the saints into monsterdom,
Let there be no more fight fought for truth,
Let hate spun from a lying chimera’s mouth, a tool in some words, procreate,
Let this lie procreate inside the bellies of the people,
Whom watch the world from a bird’s eye view,
Those who shall find their foolish ways lead to a death not quite real,
But a death that feels far graver than merely six feet under,
A death of reality,
The death of justice,
A death of truth,
The death to meaning.
As the fight from the few souls who persevered through the changing tides dims to black,
As death creeps into our lives,
Those who upon lofty perches sought to change a world they knew not,
Will find a hole in their hearts, that themselves they dug and threw away,
Not able to be filled by modern man’s creations,
That hole – a future far more bitter, far more twisted, far more deserved than death.
Once monsters transubstantiate from the stories liars procreated,
Saints will be demonized, the appendages of justice now amputated,
As the people oblige the varmint that they are harkened to, without interest in that which is ethical or true, make sated,
A mythos deepens in the shadows that is the birthplace of chimera, they wisely have devoured the entirety of all the krait.
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC
Demons walk this house of mine
They do it at night from time to time
They frighten my guests
And startle my pet's
My cat just sits and stares
My dog her teeth she bears
They just push her aside
She runs and hides
They walk last night again my floors
So I got up and shut the bedroom door
Of course they do what they alway do
My door they pass right through
I tried to ignore them as on my bed I sat
But not tonight they would have none of that
They were there to chat
What do you want, I asked with disgust
They spoke with the tongues of cosmic dust
We are here to watch and savor
Your situation will soon be much graver
Three shadow men in front of me stood
Glowing eyes stared out from under their darkened hood
One pointed at the table, one at the razor, one at my hand
Time it slowed, the hourglass lost it's sand
Then they said, we are here for you our dear friend
My hand started to shake, and then extend
I gave them a determined look
And pulled my hand back although it shook
You can make me cut, you have many times before
I know it's the smell and taste of my blood you adore
You can even make me take my life
They laughed so hard at that, We only want to bring you strife
You silly human child
It's not you blood we desire
Although we do like to watch your blood flow
What we want is the pain to grow
It's just a plus to make you bleed
But it's on your human soul we feed
And your agony makes it all the sweeter
So your life we make sure it's so much bleaker
I ordered them out of my room
I demanded they take their gloom
They swiftly moved, pinned me down and entered my head
And now I'm wishing that I was not food but dead!
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
We hail our system but what of the victims
That it’s taken along the way
And if change is coming (then why are we running)
What does that really say
We need a suture not fear of the future
Especially when it’s in play
Now that may not suit ya
But this is a brand new day
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
The Wall Street collapse presents us these facts
Some people think greed is good
And now that the onus (is on the big bonus)
We’re questioning whether they should
It doesn’t make sense to reward incompetence
No logical person would
Be that as it may (they do anyway)
And that’s why they’re misunderstood
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
Health care and education (advances a nation)
But some say it’s too socialist
To underwrite it (and so they fight it)
But the larger point’s what they miss
So what if we’re wealthy
If our people aren’t healthy
And they lack good educations
What does that say about us anyway
When rated among other nations
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
Now we’ve criticized those who’ve devised
Schemes that produced no labor
But let’s try to surmount it (and think about it)
Pehaps they’ve done us a favor
By making us see regulation is key
Before things get much graver
I think y’all know by doing so
It might prove to be a life saver
Our system needs a supply of victims
And unfortunately that seems to be us
If you understand capitalism demands
An economy that goes boom or bust
Health care and education (advances a nation)
But some say it’s too socialist
To underwrite it (and so they fight it)
But the larger point’s what they miss
So what if we’re wealthy
If our people aren’t healthy
And they lack good educations
What does that say about us anyway
When compared to other nations
We hail our system but what of the victims
That it’s taken along the way
And if change is coming (then why are we running)
What does that really say
We need a suture not fear of the future
Especially when it’s in play
Now that may not suit ya
(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
Og du som åbnede mine ar
Du som saltede mine sår
Du som bragte lys i mørket
Er dig som slukkede lyset på en højlys dag
Du som har vinden imod dig
Er dig med tvivl i ryggen
Og skygger i dit fjæs
Du som var nutid
Er nu datidens måne
Og Fortidens sol
Jeg lander på fremtidens jord
Og jeg graver evighedshuller
I håb om at finde dig i et parallelt univers
Hvor det røde lys binder os fast
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Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
Demons walk this house of mine
They do it at night from time to time
They frighten my guests
And startle my pet's
My cat just sits and stares
My dog her teeth she bears
They just push her aside
She runs and hides
They walk last night again my floors
So I got up and shut the bedroom door
Of course they do what they alway do
My door they pass right through
I tried to ignore them as on my bed I sat
But not tonight they would have none of that
They were there to chat
What do you want, I asked with disgust
They spoke with the tongues of cosmic dust
We are here to watch and savor
Your situation will soon be much graver
Three shadow men in front of me stood
Glowing eyes stared out from under their darkened hood
One pointed at the table, one at the razor, one at my hand
Time it slowed, the hourglass lost it's sand
Then they said, we are here for you our dear friend
My hand started to shake, and then extend
I gave them a determined look
And pulled my hand back although it shook
You can make me cut, you have many times before
I know it's the smell and taste of my blood you adore
You can even make me take my life
They laughed so hard at that, We only want to bring you strife
You silly human child
It's not you blood we desire
Although we do like to watch your blood flow
What we want is the pain to grow
It's just a plus to make you bleed
But it's on your human soul we feed
And your agony makes it all the more sweeter
So your life we make sure it's so much bleaker
I ordered them out of my room
I demanded they take their gloom
They swiftly moved, pinned me down and entered my head
And now I'm wishing that I was not food but dead!
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
I am made up of lightning storms and dry tear ducts fighting through your sweaty palms and storm drains.
My hand rails can’t support your heavy words and even graver thoughts.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
i.
this is such graver in silence when all of
the sound has conspired in the multitudes:
hands like machineries
and the groaning of the bones, when such desires
are but thirsts intimately quenched
ii.
all is but silent as brookwater:
the image in the surface is surfeit
amongst the froth of passing images.
iii.
what strangeness shall we inherit
when your face is but melded into
the many? when your name is but a passing
utterance with its immense battlement?
when your dance is but offbeat and my song,
clenched?
iv.
you are silent. and I began to speak you.
which days pass on in the flutter of your eyelids
whose nights fractured by distant shrieks
and of no delight,
what deeply-plunging moon scathes itself
with this riveting quietude,
v.
I am all but answers and you are enigmas.
my voice is young.
let my mouth be ripe.
let my teeth gleam with light,
let my all be tender with your name
that the feel of you under me,
and I over you,
like bridges stoic, steel with stillness,
will never utter a word
and only the loudest of quietness
the world will ever hear.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
she smiled, as if everything's okay,
but deep inside she's ready to melt and decay
she's keeping her hopes up, just in case
the day wont let her even have her own place
in this world seems that she's a lost stranger
she cried at night, making things worst and graver
i saw her one time, she stared at me
as if she knows my secrets and my whole entity
i sigh, she sigh and both of us cried
we bare the same scar, both of our souls now dried
i tried to touch her, but i end up hurting her instead
i ruined the beauty that in her eyes i can only read
i tried to wash away those tears, but she said "leave me here"
the chair where she used to stand now lie just beneath her
yes, i was looking in the mirror the same time i tied that rope.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC