"jetties" poems - Hello Poetry

Oizys, son From behind the leaves, I saw you, trembling In your presence, your power strengthening In the empty, midnight parking lot While the street lights hummed And moths danced around your illuminated frame You turned slowly, onyx eyes of shame And dirtied bare feet, male hair long and white The street lights flickered when you blinked and cried bitterly And I saw, for my first time, the eyes of Misery Achyls, daughter You were in an empty field No premonitions did you wield An ancient silo in the distance Leaning over a chasm black lamb Dark skinned, dressed in black robes With tribal painted face Digging earthen fingers into its black lace When you looked up, I saw your cloudy eyes Churning of a storm, cataract yet wise Your lamb had absent vapored eyeballs The Mist of Death made my skin crawl Hypnos, son Secluded in a cave by the sea A silent, empty place to be While gray waves crash into jetties The clouds gather in the distance Poppies at the mouth changing time in an instance I go in your palace and rub my cold skin For pulsing blue glows from deeper within You, a lanky youth, with thick brown hair and heavy eyes Sit there with a paper mask Illuminated by the penetrating glow In the center, surrounded by whale bones Humming a song I remember fondly You trapped me in your Dreams, singing lullabies softly Eris, daughter Violates a bedroom with utmost hate There are paintings of kings and statues of satyrs Pillows of silk and animals on the walls Usurping the gold clawed palace Silent but kicking and throwing with malice With black skin covered in a chalky white substance I peek through the crack in the mansion’s door Lips formed in a silent shout, you notice my presence Naked and bruised and plagued with no voice Suddenly stops and lays against a ****** wall Through your electric black hair And fiery red stare I witness a Child of Spite Woman of Strife Nyx, mother I am a crawling shadow of trees And wicked heart of night I am the wax on the cold leaves And the glow of the moon’s light

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Apr 30, 2011

Apr 30, 2011 at 7:24 PM UTC

tiffany-case

Primordial Children of Nyx

Oizys, son From behind the leaves, I saw you, trembling In your presence, your power strengthening In the empty, midnight parking lot While the street lights hummed And moths danced around your illuminated frame You turned slowly, onyx eyes of shame And dirtied bare feet, male hair long and white The street lights flickered when you blinked and cried bitterly And I saw, for my first time, the eyes of Misery Achyls, daughter You were in an empty field No premonitions did you wield An ancient silo in the distance Leaning over a chasm black lamb Dark skinned, dressed in black robes With tribal painted face Digging earthen fingers into its black lace When you looked up, I saw your cloudy eyes Churning of a storm, cataract yet wise Your lamb had absent vapored eyeballs The Mist of Death made my skin crawl Hypnos, son Secluded in a cave by the sea A silent, empty place to be While gray waves crash into jetties The clouds gather in the distance Poppies at the mouth changing time in an instance I go in your palace and rub my cold skin For pulsing blue glows from deeper within You, a lanky youth, with thick brown hair and heavy eyes Sit there with a paper mask Illuminated by the penetrating glow In the center, surrounded by whale bones Humming a song I remember fondly You trapped me in your Dreams, singing lullabies softly Eris, daughter Violates a bedroom with utmost hate There are paintings of kings and statues of satyrs Pillows of silk and animals on the walls Usurping the gold clawed palace Silent but kicking and throwing with malice With black skin covered in a chalky white substance I peek through the crack in the mansion’s door Lips formed in a silent shout, you notice my presence Naked and bruised and plagued with no voice Suddenly stops and lays against a ****** wall Through your electric black hair And fiery red stare I witness a Child of Spite Woman of Strife Nyx, mother I am a crawling shadow of trees And wicked heart of night I am the wax on the cold leaves And the glow of the moon’s light