i heard drums thrum
soul taut like string
ready to break away
ready to scream or sing
a lonely kite in the sky
kissing clouds without a care
dreaming of a love that was
never even there
just a ghost of a memory
haunting corridors of my mind
looking for the piece of me
i had left behind
in the darkness
in the fear
in her eyes
a lonely tear
I've written in this space for close to 14 years. I think I am done.
Adios, readers.
the smell of burning sulfur
comes from somewhere close
arms raised to the skies
as a cold wind blows
the scent of hate is strong today
the water red with blood
there is a dream, it's dying
a face stomped into mud
with masks off we are all the same
to the void, we sing our songs
skulls and bones with a different name
how did things get so wrong
There is a void in my days with no way to fill it. If my mind is not occupied with the random happenings of life, there is a sadness that lurks like a killer around the corner, watching me, waiting to murder any hope of joy.
There is a blank space in my pages with things that I am too scared to write. What if the words rise up from the page, move on my arms, travel up to my face and crawl in my mouth like so many spiders.
There is a darkness in my heart that I dare not poke. This animal alive, grinning and slithering, filled with poison, forms dark lips to spit the question, "are you going to act like a pussy, boy?"
There is a scream in my soul that just will not emerge. The sound rolls around in the box of my rib cage, growing stronger with every passing day, waiting to explode, like a murder of ravens from inside me.
fire on my finger tips
words die on my lips
a smile of corpses, mile long
sing the same sibilant song
some foil from last poem still stuck in my teeth
red tongue, black words, gums bleeding
licking lips in serpent dreams
seeking a venomous kiss
a kiss to kill me
a kiss to burn
a kiss to teach me
a lesson never learned
through torn lips
a grin, a grimace
a promise, a hunger
a desire to burn
