"ultraviolence" poems
This poem casts a line from insomnia to morning
On the wind of a prayer that whatever bites, holds on.
See I have counted eleven score and ten,
with rainbow like curves of my neck -
contemptuous beasts leaping in formation
each bleating out a preach of vague platitudes;
A narrative for the night sky.
My hands clamour at keys for escape
until I tumble headfirst into a web so vast
it has ensnared the whole world wide -
millennials are living in-ter-net over in-the-world;
a new ultraviolence against humanity.
I beat my words into the screen until it breaks;
shattering scarlet emoticons like confetti
pouring over language as if it were a compliment.
My mind massages shapeless polypous thoughts
like tight constricted muscles aching for release.
3am casts these philosophies into horses,
whipping them into shape and speed
before the eyes of this statuesque ******
This anxious wakefulness begs my manic self to dance;
suggestively ********* tickets to ride like cleavage.
Sleep is fast becoming a neglected former engagement;
as my mind trips over fallen heroes
wades through my favourite mistakes
in a wonderland unfolding faster than I can fall
while the world beyond my window remains dark.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
She taught me,
ultraviolence,
ticking, clockwork,
orange
standing in the sea, unafraid
of the
ferocity of waves, hitting
shores, bodies dragged
delving,
digging,
deeper to the roots,
souls buried,
hearing, I am hearing them,
scream,
the sky opens, filling oceans
poison, killing,
softly, wreckless
pouring that hope, a rope
strangles at love,
outcomes,
inevitability as consequence,
oh, the bamboo
piercing bleeding skin,
punctured,
gashes flooding sirens,
road **** eaten away,
vultures,
offering the,
only
company.
© Sia Jane
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
Crouched between the table & the wall
with his eyes in his hands
& his mouth in the shape of a small
barren island in the Atlantic Ocean
he waits for the blow to fall
Opposite him in the angle formed
by a filing cabinet & a drinks dispenser
a tiny furry creature does the rat-fink-a-boo-boo
its eyes blinking furiously
its ears revolving like an out-of-control radar station
Somewhere a radio plays
& a voice gabbles something about moonshine
& binge drinking & little green men out of Upminister
who are SERIOUSLY NO SERIOUSLY GONNA F--- YOU UP MAN
Later there will be music & lights & long legged
lovelies will strut their funky stuff across the walls
while a siren sounds in the street below
& the woodentops come calling
cudgels primed for some ******** ultraviolence
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 12:10 PM UTC
Replaceable
Just here for your entertainment
When I'm not functioning
Or ******* your ****
I'm the atm machine
Used up
No wonder I can't get in the mood
You want someone new
Exhausted
Detached
You aren't you on or off the meds
Sad girlfriend
Weeping at night
Your back to me
Sleeping tight
I don't want saving I want you
To feel your love again
To cuddle up to
I'm only typing to fight back the tears
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
*I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence*
Lana Del Rey
only you can explode gentle supernovas
in my hands
when the space is forever expanding
between us
until the night comes out of its womb
pure
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
decisions of consequence
matters of missed signs
crossed lines
beyond common sense
delve into the lost mind
one last time
find the insanity offence
a list of who lives and who dies
who deserves recompence
whos eyes get to view mine
in my definitive act of ultraviolence
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 11:05 PM UTC
your gunpowder steel
on my sycamore blues
haunted by vanity
on a string just out of reach
escape the perpetual debt
we have to our makers
captive in sun strewn streaks of shade
never to feel the warmth of its gaze
willingly judged by sunburnt noses
for being less than
I just want to sparkle
in the ultraviolence.
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
I read minds and break hearts.
I break rules then fall apart.
I was living a nightmare, like Freddy vs Jason,
**** left my psyche with Knicks and bruises -
Im the new Anthony Mason,
Mfs was movin foul, soon got upgraded to a flagrant,
I was in the cut bumpin Indicud,
I felt like Elmer Fudd cause of the backstabbing i was facing,
I soon got aquainted..with the fragrance, of defeat,
Thought revenge was sweet,
I had **** twisted like a twizzler,
Jealousy is for the weak,
You gotta live with your decision but them emotions are just visitors,
I couldn't stomach it .
My arrangements was far from edible,
I made a mess of the amendments
Im a of a man mess - I got a list of demands...
Im always on a different tune from the rest of the band,
I refuse to just sit and watch but this is more than i can stand,
Life was a beach..
My coral reef was in disbelief - My castles were made of sand.
You gotta learn to appreciate the darkness.
I was too proud to beg your pardon ,
I preferred the isolation - coulded help but be guarded,
Sometimes you gotta take that step back, like Harden,
And sink some of them boats filled with feelins you been harboring,
I was feeling more like Malcom - less like Martin,
My cruise was less controlled, My directives were departed,
***** I been hard to reach & outta touch,
been tryin to get a grip but been stuck in a rut,
I had an underlying desire to be violent.
My treble was to the left, cue the chelo and the violin,
I felt the hate on my skin and my distain was topical,
My blood was boiling but my climate was far from tropical,
It was a wrap for ****** but my plans always got foiled,
I was ready to strike, so like a cobra - I coiled,
I was quick to bite but took mad damage from the recoil,
****** did me ***** i was just sinkin in the soil,
I would stoop to levels with antics that resembled porch monkeys,
Was supposed to be a boss - but was movin like a flunky.
I was Jefe in my head - but was actin like a *****
Went from optimizing opportunities to wondering where my optimism went,
Karma had dropkicked me , left my armor with a dent,
I couldn't get through by just hoping - started swingin for the fence,
Nas said "Life's a ***** - Now Im seeing what he meant...
Oct 6, 2023
Oct 6, 2023 at 1:14 AM UTC
i wear my diamonds on the daily
doesn't matter where i go
i like to watch the flags a-wavin'
reminds me why he's still not home
and i cook up ultraviolence
dope and glitter on the stove
keepin' it hot for when he gets here
gotta make sure his safe is full
he's a bad boy, on a roll
likes to watch me smoke
while i work the pole
and he's all mine, cherry pie
like to ride shotgun
when it's do or die
he don't do nothing for free but
he's free as one can be
gives his pretty baby everything
that her iced out heart can dream
with his sawed-off in his lap
i know that this is where it ends
and if i die by his sailor hands
i'll make sure to kiss god's rings
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 2:41 AM UTC
Once
I ran with devils
& was surrounded
by demons in hell &
I fought my way out
with ultraviolence.
But the Lord knew
deep down
I was a lover,
does anybody know
that feeling?
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 6:41 AM UTC
shades of magenta
the ultraviolence in a carpet
sweeping the edges away
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
With lingering scars
and dead-end hearts,
the sky was painted red.
This dreamer sought
ultraviolence without
a second thought.
These pavements are
not the same as before...
Neither is the place
I call home anymore...
This dreamer
with those familiar scars
and deserted heart
stands under the blood moon
******* on a cherry
like a little cherry bomb.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC