"shaddows" poems
The fingernail moon
Shinning through
my window
At night,
Brings light to my
dark and grotesque
Bedroom
As I lay awake thinking.
The junk I've collected
Makes great shaddows
on the walls
Of my room,
And the silhouettes
Of junk
Look like people arguing,
To me.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
lovers forgo their faces
defacing in the act
mammering their information to unreadable smudges
they slur in kinetic fluctuation
experimenting material forms fray
each the others face is vented away
betray being human
no separated being
and then...
to return in the tender moments following
a bumbling landfall
then they are athletes
enamoured and praising of the other
flushed and radiating
having rushed the life from their breath
they heave in its return
Later in a **** trip down to the night kitchen
they forgo they faces in a foxes forage
hers ; over-lit by the fridge light
face thrown into a mask by extreme shaddows
his ; beyond this light in the dark
they are bodies
sneak children
the raider and the lookout
after many years make the familiar relation
her face disappears into a hand mirror
and his is pulled out
into a middle distance beyond the dresser
durred in thought and waiting for 'go'
to the restaurant tonite
or that career social that neither wishes to attend
- fell shy of Eden
Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 8:48 PM UTC
Well you know I am crystal clear-
But the glass that I am is broken.
Shattered on the floor- what a mess.
And sad to say but,
You don't resemble a broom or brush.
You alone can't pick me up.
My words, my thoughts, my dreams-
You can't change or re-build them.
You cannot fix me, cure me, be me.
I've been burned so many times,
I tend to avoid the flame.
Find me in the room,
melting into the shaddows.
Though I fear the dark,
it tends to be where I reside.
So you can never fully reach me-
I can't help but shudder at the feeling,
of someones hands on my skin.
When you are used to being alone,
you tend to forget what intamacy feels like.
A friend once told me they hated,
sleeping alone.
But I laughed inside my head,
because I thought it was a joke.
How hilarious.
Apr 9, 2010
Apr 9, 2010 at 7:24 PM UTC
I'm living in a tank filled with sharks
A contained living space
with creatures of blood
My body
suspended in the water
dark, blue light filters in
from somewhere far above
I don't need to have my eyes open
to know they are out there
watching me
Every once in a while
one gets too close
to me and my lifeless body
it nudges its head against my floating limbs
reminding me it's there
Today a shark took a bite out of me
my flesh ripped open and I am exposed
What do I do?
If I hit it back, surely it will consume me entirely
and if I don't I will die slowly anyway
You see, here in this tank
there isn't escape
The sharks don't leave
they pack together and hunt me
So I stay here
my hair fanned out and body wieghtless
floating and waiting for something to happen
I wait for the creatures of the tank
to leave me
but I know they will only sink back
into the shaddows
watching and waiting
for the next time they want to take a bite
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
stuck behind the shaddows of shame
with no man to love or claim
left in the dark with all this pain
i'm sure no one could feel the same
always mistaken for an anserine girl
why dont we give the razor a whirl
cut, and slit, and blood pours out
will it **** me, it's nothing i can doubt
a hideous girl trying to face life
trying something new, perhaps a knife
the lines on her arms, a horrible sight
my whole life is dark, there is no light
except for the light that one day i'll follow
and everyone will feign sorrow
but on the inside i feel so dead
no soul, no thoughts, in my hollow head
hearts melting, arms gushing blood
surrounded by a red puddle of mud
all these voices are quietly screaming
are they in my head or am i dreaming
carefully holding the gun to my chest
i need a way out, and death is the best
May 12, 2010
May 12, 2010 at 2:10 PM UTC
I do not cry, I do not weep,
I cannot fly, I cannot sleep,
I have no day, I have no light,
I am a nightmares ****** at night.
My day goes dark, my shaddows grow
And from the inside of my own
I am affraid, I want to weep,
I want to cry, I am a creep
And I know why.
It is because I'm not alone, when I have problems they are small
They are too small to matter much they grow me weary
They are big.
Only for me and for my mind
I problem others of my kind
I talk of problems that are mine
The only thing I do is whine.
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
Cornered. Backed against a brick wall. Nowhere to climb, nowhere to turn. Too late for anyone to help you. When you try screaming no sound comes out. Even if you were to scream, no one would hear you this abandoned place. You see shadows emerging from the distance. Your fall to your knees baking for one last chance for forgiveness, knowing what's about to come your way. As the shaddows get closer, you find instant beauty in everything surrounding you and no longer feel the need to scream. Shadows close enough to touch you, that you take in all the beauty and surrender your all.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC