Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

The world shattered
During the night
Cold came crawling
With it’s frozen fingers
The stones bled warmth
Until there was nothing left to bleed
Yet still the cold
Pressed deep its tendrils of frost
Until the world froze
The night turned black
And in an instant
The crack
The crash
The rushing sound
Of the Thunderous snap
That traveled the world
Tearing it apart
She sat alone
In the aftermath and dark
Terrified
Lost
Confused
How could the world
Simply not be
Just tiny shards sent spinning
In the shadow of the Sun
She gathered them
Piece by piece
Through blood
With tears
And time
She would find a way
To mend a new world
To paint a creation
Of her own making
She would become
The Phoenix Mosaic
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Smoke

Posted: December 28, 2017 in Poetry, Uncategorized
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There’s smoke in your eyes
The way they shadow away the shame
There’s smoke in your eyes
Can I fan the coal to flame?

She self-destructs so silently
Never the volcanic outcry of torment
She shakes like the shiver before the dawn
But wilts and tears loose the petals
Revealing salty tears of dew
That seep to surface
So slowly
Painfully

I see you

With your
Scars behind bars
How you flirt with the curtains
Let the starlight flicker
Across the old
A grin to show they won
But there is danger on your quiet tongue
Your eyes they betray
The portrayed calm
Nothing is alright
Your fingertips still pull away red
From the hem of that dark dress

I have handfuls of tears
To wash away the blood
But I’m locked away
Within my own cage
Scars behind bars
Dipping toes into the spotlight
As the curtains slam closed
Just long enough to juggle
Distractions for the masses
So they can laugh and cheer
In the dark

I’m sorry

Snapshot One
 
The wooden frame sits, a little off center in the half-lit hallway. Dust collected over time clings like a sheet to the glass, gathers in the imperfections, and sits atop like a crown of age. The faded gray sky hints at the yellowed sunset in the background, the curved edges turning brown as years lapse into decades yet still they stand, defiant and young upon the packed clay earth. The curves of the car in contrast to the rags that drape from their small frames as they lean back against it, his left leg bent, foot resting atop the tire and the wooden spoke wheel. Two teenagers with immortality in their eyes shade their faces from the sun with their hands. The sun that has taken life from everything as far as they eye can see. Behind them, in the distance, the dust stirred in 1932 Oklahoma.
 
Snapshot Two
 
Unframed we keep this one tucked away in the closet, plucked now for a remembered viewing it sits upon the white sheets of the bed waiting. From the top corner, we see a hint of her underwear as our eyes move down to fishnet covered thighs that have been pushed open by his face as he gently holds her left leg with his right hand. The right fishnet pulled down to just below his chin, the fabric bunched up. His love shown through closed eyes, lips slightly parted in anticipation, he presses his cheek firmly against the inside of her bare skin. The razor she holds in finger and thumb, the ribbon of blood just beginning to roll down from where the carbon steel meets the sweetest of flesh. He waits with vampire-like patience, lips parted in ecstasy, still.
 
Snapshot Three
 
The picture dragged to the recycling bin a thousand times and restored. We can almost feel the warmth of her touch on our hands as the light changes and washes over our hands when we bring up the picture. Her hair, how its curls cascade down, teasing and taunting across bare shoulders, disappearing behind her back in waves of red. Her eyes shine with a love that could never be matched. Even the oceans themselves were inspired to change their color to match her eyes in a previous existence. Happiness in the most vulnerable of poses she stands smiling, left arm across her chest, hand tucked under her right arm. In her grinning lips, you can see the mischief peeking through. Breasts revolting against her restraining arm in places to show their perfection. The darker more forbidden parts still safely hidden from view. The trust, the confidence, she will always be the greatest thing you ever let go.

It trended
For a few days
Then ended
Because we refuse to change our ways
Let’s pull it apart
Piece by piece
Paste in the horrible flowchart
So we can bottle it away
This race we don’t want to start
Glorification they scream
Copycats they warn
Let’s go back to the daydream
Fuck the forlorn
I see it in your eyes
I hear it in your voice
Pretty lies create cozy campfires
But
Fuck you
For making that choice!

You pushed them as you passed me

The pacifist

Your hate

Surrounding me in a whirlwind

Of your rhetoric

Your absence of empathy

Burning like torches

Tossed in a bonfire

As you cheered their oppression

 

 

You grip tight your salvation

Bullshit bound with nothing dogeared

You tore apart the Constitution

And laughed as they huddled in fear

 

 

You mock them for wanting equality

While they beg for peace

But I’m here now motherfucker

I’ll be the voiceless’ mouthpiece

 

 

I don’t share their history of pain

But I damn sure understand

These are my people

This is my country

This is our homeland

So while your hatred little hearts

Beg for war

It’s no longer you versus them

Cause I’m tired of trying

There is nothing more to discuss

Load your fucking guns

Ready your fucking fists

Cause now it’s just you

Versus all of us

Holly Rose

Posted: November 20, 2016 in Poetry, Uncategorized
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She stands with a grin of uncertainty
Before a world of negativity
Then she smiles
Inspiring the desire in others
To stand and fight
Against the darkest hours of the night
To have hopes and dreams
Not inspired by fear
To persevere

To persevere
We will
Take this oath, make this stand
To reclaim our once forgotten dreamland
Hand in hand, until goodness grows
We stand with you
Our Holly Rose