Eyes uplifted to distant starry heavens,As rain, like the mercy of an unkind god,Mingles with the naked, innocent tearsOf the ignorant, the pitiful, the unloved,Washes away the pain of living.
Tag: Freeform
Poetry that does not follow conventional patterns and formats.
A Writer’s Curse
There are frightful ailments innumerable,to which writers are often susceptible:Writer's Block, Carpel Tunnel, Hot Cornea,but most dreaded is Partum non Eximia,that terrible disease called the Writer's Curse.It's when you've written something brilliant,But someone else did it better, first.
Poet, Transmuted
One day I believe I’ll melt away, Deeply asleep, Simply fall unto myself, a heap of reeking dreams, And become something so terrible, beautifully, Because my bleeding heart yet seeps eager poetry, A font of misery in deserts of apathy, So travelers can drink Deep of me and grow weary, Drowning in the reverie of … Continue reading Poet, Transmuted
The Ruinous Path
So I must hesitate, chest pounding in misery, And consider my next moment, next eternity, Must I keep running along this desolate shore, To chase someone I that feel condemned to adore? If only I could catch up to you, reach out, and - But once again, you withdraw your outstretched hand. Every moment’s pause, … Continue reading The Ruinous Path
Deepest Sleep
I confess to finding odd comfort in that special type of sleep, Where restless minds suddenly wake as the body slips away, With limbs slack like a puppet's strings cut, abandoned, And for a moment you accept that you're dead, But no, you breathe, shallow and broken, And no, you realize, in fits and starts, … Continue reading Deepest Sleep
Cutting Ties
It’s an awful life cycle, Love, Strangers meet, like the only two people waking a dark, hollow world. Exulting in companionship, soft laughter does it’s work to tie their bodies closer together in conspiratorial intent, forming a fledgling friendship that shimmers into faint illumination, growing brighter brighter. That friendship which burns so brightly, white-hot in … Continue reading Cutting Ties
The Ghost Returns
A sharp intake of breath as it comes - the moment to which you practiced a myriad responses a hundred times in your head but was always unable to commit to - rears it’s beautiful head. The message flashes, “I miss you.” And so that chilled vice takes hold in your chest, squeezing out the … Continue reading The Ghost Returns
If friendship is a two way road
If friendship is a two way road, Then why can I never find my way back? Back to that place just a few miles ago, Return to where this road was first paved, Far from its dead-end.
A Desperate Action
I'm so desperate to claw back into your good graces, But that chasm between sin and forgiveness, The yawning pit of sleepless oblivion, Which swallows all good intentions, Drags me down to this vile idleness, Flensing away my weakest efforts, Until only bleeding hope remains, Nurturing the seed of despair. Maybe the resulting flower, will … Continue reading A Desperate Action
Rejected Strangeloop
What else is there to take from me, That you haven't already taken? There is nothing left of the man you knew, These fragile words are all that remain, Discarded thoughts and broken promises, Lingering like hoarfrost dreams, Whispering our last goodbye, For eternity.
Discarded Recollections 