"nefariously" poems
I find myself, reeling, once more,
Slipping slowly, surely, into silent suffocation,
The soft edges of my skin, and I succumb
like the sun, plunging perilously into the sea
At the end of another day, fraught with regal uncertainties.
I find myself, breathing, once more,
heaving heavily at the hollowness
Of my hapless, hungry heart..
Searching for traces of the treachery
that has drowned me in this distasteful sorrow,
I find myself, bleeding, once more,
bleeding unabashedly at the guilt,
that I bear in my melancholic soul,
tenuous tears of tessellation,
sink slowly, like the sun, into the soft edges of my skin
I find myself, numb, once more,
A numbness taking over, nefariously negating
the lasting love for light,
that I once bore deep within my self.
And I cannot find myself anymore...
Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 6:14 AM UTC
Frigidity gnaws dully
like an outcast lion
scavenging on the bones
of its former pride.
Creeping nefariously,
it claws through any gap it can find,
sliding and slithering
through a hole in a fence:
a rabid dog.
It is thick, viscous and voracious
like some sort of anti-magma,
having all the properties
of a volcano’s foaming mucus
only lacking heat.
There is no frozen core,
as the whole is so consumed
with horrid chill,
the edges are no warmer
than the deepest depths.
Ice holds the same burning power as fire.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
In and out, in and out.
My mind wanders, and my thoughts shout.
In and out, in and out.
We fight the stress, anxiety, that life nefariously chews out.
In and out, in and out.
The breath can calm, and ignite serenity's droplets atop an arid drought.
In and out, in and out.
I refuse to clock-out, and will always shout, I know myself throughout.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
These hollow eyes tell a different tale
of a darker more nefariously slanted reality
that nobody understands but you.
How it was this- then that
and then that and that
then finally what its become.
A charade orchestrated by synapse and fear
as well as a lack of experiential experience
that I followed earnestly with my heart.
The unbearable weight of truth weakens resolve
bending intentions like magic bends the mind
until all energy flows away from the source.
The bridge now rests in water
with eddy's creating and dissipating
where the metal meets the cool cool water.
No longer can the other side be reached
looks like we'll camp here for the night
they'll be no crossing the divide today.
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 3:10 AM UTC
Though heaven marry innocence to madness
Or witness the soulful wedded to the ******
We must not think that god delights nefariously
In deadening all our dreams with what's at hand.
Oct 23, 2010
Oct 23, 2010 at 11:32 AM UTC
Intellect sores, bountifully, higher then God
Nefariously bottomless, I fall then Hell
Eventfully, ill angels impel my ascend to Heaven
Fiendish demons walk me back
As I depress, I depress beyond saving
As I advance, I advance beyond saving
The Devil, nor God can believe what I've become
I can't escape this
I am fastened in this blending line
And in between the insidious two, I am willingly blind
Hell and Heaven are consolidating
If the ill angels in Heaven
Are like the demons too
Heaven is the worst of the two
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
Thick clouds of smoke billow from her mouth.
The taste of cigarettes and whiskey lingering on a pink tongue.
A woman-- With eyes of an angel
but a body of nothing as saintly.
She beckons through the nebulous crowd.
Lips gleaming red from obvious sins.
Hips swaying ripened to a hypnotic beat.
Will you, (insert name here) go to her?
To indulge in her hidden desires?
A gentlemen of scholars, without a single dollar.
Will you, a man made of valor, rush to her?
Fighting it only makes the urge stronger.
Eternal darkness will never know an end;
the sinful devil in her tiny black mini dress.
She is a demon in nightmare form,
nefariously wrapped in silken weaved candy.
Her call is strong...
Her voice soft.
She beckons you;
--will you fall?
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
A river flowed from the most inner depths of my soul
Tainted scars fixated themselves onto my already blemished face
The improbable transpired as my once wholesome heart sat on the floor aloof due to the fact that the one being that once breathed oxygen into my lungs now nefariously tore at my skin with his nails that were stained from the fluorescent blood that slowly escaped my debilitated body. He snidely smirked at his destruction
Before taking my final breath, screams escaped from my torn lips as I recounted the years of agony he bestowed on me
Then my motionless body was comforted by the fact that the suffering had finally ceased...
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC