"peircing" poems
~ Christi Michaels ~
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**Darkest Night
EARTH SO BLACK
SNOW SO WHITE
Miles n' Miles
Eyes Dry
Heart Pounds
Invisible Elusive
BLACK ICE
Highway Hums
Eyes Pierced
Blinding Light
Pounding Heart
Darkest Night
Black Road
Snow White
White Snow
Road Black
Darkest Night
Pounding Heart
Lights Blind
Peircing Eyes
Hum o' Highway
Elusive Invisible
BLACK ICE
Heart Pounding
Dry Eyes
Miles 'n Miles
White Snow
Road Black
Darkest of
Dark Nights
EARTH SO BLACK
SNOW SO WHITE**
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
The great pines stand
Laden with heavy snow
Waters flow unseen
Hidden below thick sheets of ice
I caught a glimpse of her once
Or at least I believe I did
That woman long golden hair
Who walks barefoot in the snow
Signing her odd melodies
I have heard nothing like it
In all my many years
Oft I sit at the end of the woods
By the wide river bank
Hoping to hear her
Somewhere off in the distance
On but two occasions in my life
Were my ears so lucky
To be graced by her voice
I was in awe of her
And yet I was fearful
For I know she was not one of us
The old stories say she came from heaven
From a place above the sky
I do not pretend to know
Nor do I care, I simply wish
To catch a glimpse of her again
To lock with her peircing blue eyes
Brighter and fresher
Than a spring time stream
To witness her one last time
And to hear her song in full
A faint Aria in the snow
Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 10:12 PM UTC
You are my conscience
Whispering the rules of life
But you poisen my head
No I wont listen
Anymore
You say you know whats best
But clearly you still have tribulations
Tiny daggers peircing my esophagus
Keeping me from telling the truth
Not anymore
Will I let you cover my mouth
Bound and gag my own words
I will let them drip out
The way they were meant to
Anymore
And I might stop breathing
Instead I hold onto dear thoughts
They keep me living
Through your pain
Your selfishness inflicting lies
Not Anymore
Will I let you control
My allies are mine
My whimpers were hushed by
The screaming of your lies
No not anymore
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
The flower once said to the tree "When will my beauty be shown?"
A subtle answer with a seasonal change.
All the flowers are in bloom and spring has arrived.
The flower still repeats a previous asked question. "When will my beauty show?"
The tree still as silent as the dark lonely nights.
The flower is screaming at the tree
Frustrated with greedy thoughts of pure narcissistic nature.
After hours of pleading and screeching at the tree the tree spoke.
His words were hollow and heart peircing.
"Never." He whispered.
For the flower had been so consumed by psyhical beauty it had abandoned thought of internal beauty.
The flower distraught at the tree's harsh words the flower began to whither.
Until all that was left of the flower was crunchy petals and dried up leaves.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
Who passed the night with silent pining?
A face hidden from moonlit sight,
Twas I the hunter said at last and sighed,
My only prey has taken flight.
She fled into the brambled thrall,
I ne'er but glimpsed her pale white face,
And since that night I've wept within this wood,
'Tis become my solitary place.
My quiver lost its missles long ago,
This sacred bow remains unstrung,
The cold now creeps like moss on trees,
And her song is yet to be sung.
My hair is white my face is grey,
These peircing eyes now dim,
I sometime catch her gentle scent,
Perhaps its just my foolish whim.
But O' that once and once again to hunt,
Her wiles seducing all my heart,
And I pursuing yet pursued by love,
Once again to draw the soul apart.
By S. E. Johnson copyright 2012
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
And honey
Oh honey,
The songs on the radio
Are just your words in a different voice
And the wind tickling my skin
Is just your voice carried from so far
And the bitter coffee
The reason why I'm doing so well here
Is just your dark humor flowing out of the cup
And honey
Oh honey,
The pillows just don't feel the same without you
And these warm winter days
Seem just as cold without you in my arm
The nights seem just a bit darker
And the future a little bit less clear
Without you now
And honey
Oh honey,
The beating of my heart
Is just you whispering that is wasn't me
And the pain in my chest
Is you breaking the glass that resides there
And water ruining your mascara
Is just the mask you gave me
And the words flowing like the sweet taste of alcohol
Neither of us really want to remember do we?
Honey
Oh honey,
The car seat was as soft as your hand
And the wind in my face
Was being in your presence
And the headlights from other cars
Was your peircing glaze
And the cold in my heart
Was the last thing I have to remember you bye
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
It Was A Sotrmy Night
The Stars Were Peircing Bright
Her & I
Eye To Eye
Under The Moonlight
Sensations Had Us Anxious
Patience Setting The Mood Right
We Were So Close
We Could Fit In A Coat
Only Souls Under An Oak
3 Am So Maybe No
Except For The Ghost
Poetry Under A Poets Tree
She Was Hugging My Throat
Looking Down From My Shoulder
Reading My Notes
She Whispering In My Ear
So Swift With The Pen Dear
Its Intense
The Wind Just Blows
Illumanted With A Sphere
I Stated You Don't Even Know
Pulled Her To My Heart
Then She Lost Control
I Told Her Lady Breathe
Please Let's Take It Slow
Heavy Breathing
Angels Singing
Jesus We Were Out Of Our Clothes
We Mad Love In The Dark
With Passion Deeply Hard
The Density Of Our Romance
Could Dent Side Of Cars
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
I met someone new, I tell you.
His eyes are blue, he's nothing like you.
Except I can't help thinking of you.
It's hard to start things like this because of you.
You, stand there and stare at me. Our peircing blue eyes go through each other.
Because we both know it's you, that holds me back. You.
The one that doesn't care about me, it's quite stupid that everything I think of leads back to
you.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
You walk forward into the thick darkness..
you feel the cool stillness surround you...
the air is crisp..you can breathe
but thats all about to change ..
you take two steps forward like a blind man searching his way around
color doesn't exitst here...the light is dead...
but you must watch your
every
step.
Two steps forward..you feel safe, but no
you start to fall...you yell..grabbing into the black nothingness to stop this scare
suddenly you hear the screams of excrutiating torture..
your mind plays tricks on you.
It cannot possibly be taking you here!
you hit the bottom of some un- known abyss
flames burn under your feet.
but you cannot scream
because here
you have no say.
you see demons surround you..coming close to you with their deathly screams
running into the darkness you hear them behind you..
you run till your feet bleed
you feel them grabbing for your neck..
your arms
your torsoe
grabbing for all that exists of you.
Their howls and screams make your heart skip a beat
Thoughts flood your mind..you cannot think
your choking.
your suffocating
no your dying
your
dead.
the fire consumes your body as the domonic beings
eat your remains inside out..
their teeth dripping with your adrenaline infested blood
their claws peircing your body
ripping you to shreds.
they enjoy to see you better this way..
better than you were when you were living
A view from above. you were left for dead.
you are nothing because you let them catch you
so run..
run as fast as you can
just
r
u
n
because here...life doesn't exist..
you must just..
die trying
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC
I didnt want to talk about it.
it hung there in its ominous entirety devoid of explaination
the sickening welt in my gut peircing the truth into realisation
it is something that could not be unseen, unheard.
as you finally grasped its magnitude gaping wide open incredulously at the shape of it
I looked away.
I blame you.
but I never said a word.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
Silence fills my ears
Silence fills my head
Silence fills my entire being
But I'm constantly drawn to it
It consumes me
Although it's not the silence itself
It's what lies within it
Im being pulled into the darkness that comes along with the peircing silence
Whatever is lurking througout the darkness and the silence is luring me in
But the darkness slowly starts to become one with me
The silnce slowly fades away as the dark over powers it
Soon enough the beautiful silence is gone and all I am left with is the darkness that will soon over power me as well
But I soon realize that there was never any silcence, only darkness
And the darkness was me.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
Whispers , whispers in my head..
"Walk along with me into the darkness , the darkness ..
Entrancing , enthralling ...
Give in , let go.. "
Floating into oblivion
Hope fading away
Pain peircing from within ,
Overwhelming rage..
Whispers, whispers in my head..
" Dont turn away , dont trust them,
Walk alone , all alone ...
Blow out that candle ,
Those shadows won't haunt you anymore "
Anger clawing into my bones,
Agony ripping my soul
The never ending spiral..
Whispers, whispers in my head ..
" Descend , descend.. "
" Deeper , Deeper .. "
Mirrors , mirrors all around
Monsters drawing in ..
Whispers, whispers in my head..
" Dont fight them, let your reflections remain.. "
Fear rooting me
Clutching me tight..
I shriek, until my lungs give out
Terror, gripping my throat ..
Whispers , whispers in my head..
" Shhh , dear
There's the blade ."
Whispers, whispers in my head..
" ....Sweet , sweet death ..."
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
did you become a monster trying to be like me
love found,
our bitter catastrophe
I announce in small tongues
because I am far past shy
I dwell below the medium of discreet
I fell for that
that
which will never fall for me
secret bliss shared in corners of my mind
to be gazed upon by wolves
devoured in the late night sky
I travel with your mind in my mind
I do understand none of this will ever
be redefined
but I carry you within me regardless
of the bad times
touch the ill pale stricken love side
dive in midnight incubus pools
we lived in the most blackened of times
we drank what was not
but to me, the most red of wine
I sink into the thought of you
you do not love me anymore
I was torn behind you
shredded like pieces of cloth
buried deep into the cemetary in your soul
lost that woman who believed in romance and goth
I smear the dirt from against my cheek
you should see the sadness within me
the ****** blood tangent
the ****** of naked torture
I cover my privates
there is nothing left to hide
prisoners try to escape
I dwell here, numb with the thought of you
my hands trail behind me
Im going to die
Im going to die right here
admitting this beneath me
tonight
a few hours
man
haunted
kissed
shoulders
hair
trailing
age
there is something hidden between the refined
lips of a staggered feline
tramped like irony against my soul
a birthmark
a cure
hurt
hurt
no escaping
trapped
whole
the understanding
the love that gives out a sigh of death
a sigh of disowning
a sigh of painful living
endured upon me like knives
punching
peircing
reminding
every single drought stricken day
I lay upon my pillow gently
oh yes
I give into all this pain
what else can I do with my small hands that were left
wrinkled and have become prune from living in your rain
what has become of the sickness
the splattered guts and the vain
suffer
detachment
drunk
comfort
drowning
smile nervously
smile hesitantly
smile
remorse
beg
hurt
how can I ever come to play
simply spread my meaning
simply tell the tale of where my soul went when you had gone astray
packed your bags and got on the closest highway
with the word
gay
dripping out the side of my brain
hands curved next to my cheek
fingers twisted
heat overwhelming
panting
screaming
I have learned you
stitched lips
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 7:59 PM UTC
Theres a sickness inside
a false idea
that wants to be nursed
by the same hands thats wretched me from the truth
the truth
is my home
I could be locked into a room with mothers warm linen
clutching you around me
but theres the wild
as it was never strained from me
and it makes me want to overthrow
the comfort
the security of what is that was never materialized
I want free-free-free-dom
I can accept the discomfort
like wet clothes
holding me like a heavy hostage as I roam
I want freedom, I want mobility
because deep inside of me, I know the truth, without it needing to be performed
so much so that it haunts me
every time you kiss me
even in my dreams
dowsed in the warmth
struck with the urge to pull back from a burning flame
as it encircles around my soft flesh
my hard peircing soul
wants to run from the devils gold
so dont you l-l-l-ove me
love me love me
love me
I am free
but the bars of my heart strings push you aside
like a werewolf
my instinctual nature has me tied
in the wilderness
I go back and forth
on the roads that will bring me further from you
when I feel my dreams
consuming all that I see
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
Shake me sunlight dreamer
Let tears of light echo from the moon
And fade into makeshift horizons
Their presence like warm medication
Seducing the brain
Peircing in a soft delude
As if to warn against the crisp corruption
That so innocently
resonates in the hollow of her naked eyes
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
In the heat of life,
The "red wheel barrow" of my life is my fan,
Nursing me to rest after the long day,
My misery, my distress, masked by the noise,
The pleasant droning heals the pain of the knife
In which away, I constatly ran.
"Move, move, move, away!"
My fan would always say, as to sleep I deploy.
The sounds of laughter peircing my ears like the fife
In the war, while I lay alone wishing for some man,
To step into my life, save me like the sun's ray on a rainy day,
Who can comfort this little boy?
But the tears dry as the droning fan blows,
And I find comfort as the laughter fades behind the doze,
The buzz, the drone, the comfort of something that reigns constant,
The hum, the static, the constat rant.
It keeps me company.
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 11:24 AM UTC
This could be brilliant,
but the static electricity is eating me,
the cause to the storm is unknown,
and there's poison leaking from your veins,
A story so raw,
Behind the green eyes that gave this world a name,
So bare, so open,
It's breathtaking--
--In the literal sense of the form.
This writing spills like word *****
The peircing cold is lonely;
but the burning bridges sting,
And it's all we've ever known,
to **** to hurt, to succeed,
...and to love.
But to run?
My feet can only take me so fast,
and I've learned to give up that past.
The vast unknown I only call home,
The mixed signals and mixed drinks have brought me here,
And I can't shake this feeling,
I am a paradox myself
And no one can know the whole of me.
This anticdote of fables,
My treasure chest filled with lies,
My heart is the bare, lonely story,
And only the pen can console me.
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 1:35 AM UTC
Lightning
stricking down the worry
peircing through the pain
Thunder
booming the voices to silence
thrashing the care to the side
Freedom
is what i feel
when the sky is full of darkness
and the others are buried in the comfort of their home
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 3:15 PM UTC
****** Fax Machines
Trilling in my ear
Hurting me
with their peircing screams
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
Tormented in storms by torments of thoughts.
Sail boat sails through waves of emotions.
Pushed by motions of relevance yet irrelevant notions.
I through eyes of floating corpses of personalities I hosted.
Drown thy boat with heavy feelings.
Sink, I sink, still breathing I lay at the bottom of the ocean.
Staring at rain, like falling bullets peircing still water.
Oppositions & contradictions synch in the sea.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
Theres a sickness inside
a false idea
that wants to be nursed
by the same hands thats wretched me from the truth
the truth
is my home
I could be locked into a room with mothers warm linen
clutching you around me
but theres the wild
as it was never strained from me
and it makes me want to overthrow
the comfort
the security of what is that was never materialized
I want free-free-free-dom
I can accept the discomfort
like wet clothes
holding me like a heavy hostage as I roam
I want freedom, I want mobility
because deep inside of me, I know the truth, without it needing to be performed
so much so that it haunts me
every time you kiss me
even in my dreams
dowsed in the warmth
struck with the urge to pull back from a burning flame
as it encircles around my soft flesh
my hard peircing soul
wants to run from the devils gold
so dont you l-l-l-ove me
love me love me
love me
I am free
but the bars of my heart strings push you aside
like a werewolf
my instinctual nature has me tied
in the wilderness
I go back and forth
on the roads that will bring me further from you
when I feel my dreams
consuming all that I see
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 4:08 AM UTC
little ***** and rings
of metal move
as he talks
three studs,
on his eyebrow
wander like a slugish
overfull caterpillar
the bullring ring in his nose,
condenses with each breath
of the frigid winter morn
and his earlobes swing and dangle
with blocks and spheres
of a dark wood like substance
I ask him, does that hurt,
he deigns not to answer.....
We get on with the matter
at hand, his idea for a thesis;
with regard to dramatic reflection
in Shakespearean adaptations
He speaks of Othello, Richard III
and Romeo and Juliet....
the use of water, sunglasses and mirrors
I ask if he believes there is 70000+ words
in his exploration of reflection....
all the time watching the metal caterpillar
try to escape the forest of his eyebrow....
He sighs, and the bullring mists over
the ears lobes waggle and waft around.
He states not really sure......but he likes the idea
I send him off to look for other plays
Shakespearean or not that he could include
in this work.....and to come back in a month
with a precis and chapter plan....
He leaves, shoulders slumped, muttering
and I think....I may have added one more peircing
to his intellectual life
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
She ran...
She jumped...
She fell...
They caught her
She was grabbed out of mid air
By the slim claw like fingers of her demons
Not yet little one they say as their lips brush across her neck
Looking for a place to **** the rest of the life out of her
Ear peircing screams break out around her
The demon releases just in time for her to see her self below kissing the pavement
She's free
And in an instant she dissapered
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
DEMONS
DEMONS
I feel like I can hear them
but they are not whispering.
the screams are peircing my ears during the middle of the stone cold night.
their faces are horrific
but they have pretty smiles.
theyre quite big, yet they walk for miles.
I know they walk because im followed everywhere I go.
I act like theyre not there and play pretend.
the funny thing is I used to call these demons friends.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC