"touchup" poems
Watching smoke curl in the sky
A simmer reflection, a residue of death stealing life
The scent of sweet burning arrives
Between breaths misting predawn light
A womb collects dead children
We hear them shrink and shiver
Their limbs atrophied, their eyes wide
Every kiss is wildfire
Every yearning is weathered
Like the shedding paint on the boards outside
That needed a touchup, a lifetime ago
Every touch is parched
Every trust is dystopian
The flesh departs from neuronal collections
Untraceable to the heart inside
No daughters, no sons
No lovers, no love
No affection, connection; truth or simple trust
No daughters, no sons
No lovers, no love
No future
No hope
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
I came in for
a touchup
and got blotted out
by the brightness
of your palette
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
.. her stained hands clasps
..a dab of makeup felt stainless
.. fabulous touchup we must say
She: ... believed in alone
Distantly from this polluted star
Distance from the captivity
Distances are farthest away
When pain is the experience
Plenty of space in her heart for distinctivness where it does the gravity pulls us apart where does the sea stop in a sky warped.. distinct creativity and cultivating luminously as does the creature
He comfronts her well-being devotedly to her charisma she sang and wonderfully blessed in a toughness that vowed himself a creature a creative man in a way a bit certainly known to be that simple touch
...certainty
....dismantle the serinity into you
.. dismemberment
. remember you're honor
CREATURE of the Night.. stare at her as if it were impossible with those crystalized steerling chimney smoked eyes whimpering at her witherment;
Either way he's a creature she'd think about along
.in the ending
.. designed for each-other
...part or take from hand to life
Start
Creature
Run but don't be afraid
After-all
After-hours: if we close the door the night could last forever
~Classy that everything we have is gone and all that we need stands strong and all that we haven't gotten stays simply strange enough to remain a creature
After-life; If you close your heart your death could remain a mystery but the creature in your soul makes it up; the creature in your system messed-up .. PM:
CLOSED;
Clouds are closing in on me like a volture just like a big giant reluctant egale ;Creature! Type of thing that the evilness couldn't find.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC