Hold up your hands

Hold up your hands,Stained with pale fire,Until hot dreams ofBright futures grow dim,Cooling against your sighs,Softening like your soul,Trickling through your fingers,As dried streams ofHope haunts unfettered children -These phantoms drawn inAsh falling like snow. Prompt: from the kind writers over at the pub, dVerse, “Ash” as part of their Quadrille Night.

Damn all of you

Damn all of you who told me to forget,As though I could somehow throw it away,These fucking memories of a phantom girl,Whose love crippled me and left me mad,Whose softest touch meant more to me,Transmitted through words on a screen,Or through the haze of an old flip-phone,Than every desperate, sticky fumbling,Every pulsing moan and lovely … Continue reading Damn all of you →

Hook

Within Orphic shadows I slumbered soft,Chased by such dreams caught well aloft,Until I, by sweet nepenthe's quaff,Find me falling, falling off,Back into harsh reality,And the sanity,That my vanity,Fought-oft.

Between Sleep, Waking Dreams

I lie still in my bed,Drawing out the calm,Between sleepand the waking dream,Sinking slowly into thought.White little bugs nibble,Tearing me away gently,Just at the edge of my mind,And the humor of my eyes,Fraying my edges like old paper,Slowing the endless wave,Of neurons and and memories,None of which are mine.Tell me, little bugs,What memories are sweeter?The … Continue reading Between Sleep, Waking Dreams →

Conversations Online

I struggle to understand people, that’s not poetry, it’s a simple fact, My actions are built upon a framework, steps to accomplish a given task, I’m not a robot, I’m just focused, But when others act without purpose, I confess to feeling robotic and my understanding less than earnest. For example, I have an old … Continue reading Conversations Online →

Pax Leucotomy

I think that I will go mad,This, my conclusion,So that I can stop thinking.And the kind doctor,Will relieve from me pressure,The weight of living,(And worse, remembering life)By simply saying:"Poor thing, take your medicine,"And though I'll complain,What relief shall flow through me,To know that my faults,Are not really mine to bear.So I shall smile then,Just before … Continue reading Pax Leucotomy →

Immortal Lessons

There is a hermit atop the mountain,Who is said to have attained Truth,And is willing to share their findings,To those who struggle to follow them,But when I scrambled to the summit,Bloody, winded, and utterly spent,Their corpse greeted me with a smile,And whispered only silence.

The Cave Wall

She placed her heart in the granite wall, For it became too heavy to bear, And she walked away, light as a feather. He looked to fill the hole in his soul, With something that did not evaporate, As vapors clinging on summer dew. So the two passed themselves, Unburdened, untethered, Strange shadows cast on … Continue reading The Cave Wall →

O my bloodless heart

O my bloodless heart,Nailed to the mirror,How did you fare,Exposing your self so,Shattered at a glance,Bled dry over time?I'll remove the nail,But the hole remains,And though you're whole,By the mirror's judgment,I'll still be broken. Prompt: from the kind writers over at the pub, dVerse, “Heart” as part of their Quadrille Series #134.

Dear Friend

She hiked up the mountain path,With the intent of leaving behind a note,But upon reaching the cliffside,Decided against it,And sent me a picture instead.