I Wish I Could Write

 

I wish I could write . . . . .

 

words that leap off the page

and stay with you

long after being read

words that make you

laugh so hard

your belly aches

words  that make you

breakdown and cry

overwhelmed with emotion

words that reach

deep into your soul

so you know you're not alone

words that celebrate

life and the living

of everyday magic

words that ignite

raw passion

the fire in your blood

 

words that chew you up

 and spit you out

forever changed

words that invoke

a childlike state

of wonder and awe

 

words that energize

inspire action

set you on a beautiful adventure
 

but alas

my words have fallen

the way of dinosaurs

 

. . . . . I wish I could write


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Questions Of Lies

facts on bloody fire
against action spread

circumstance my aversion
withheld memory my crime

let me confess
loathsome caresses walk
between the silence stitched awkwardness
and the questions of lies

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The Beast (blackout poetry)

the beast
so much wretchedness
to describe or imagine
deep absence detested
the burden upon my soul
still my tormentor came
breathed terror
happiness disturbed

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Blackout poetry from page 22 of Edgar Allan Poe's Tales of Mystery and Madness illustrated by Gris Grimly

An Altered Mind

there's no magic in dry spells

in uncertainty and doubt

in tones of expectation

or in hues of drawing out

 

but in stroking the darkness

in the fear of letting go

embracing random chaos

in letting emotions flow

 

executing ideas

not by guillotine or gun

but through the touch of texture

in unravelling undone

 

emerging to dull echoes
of great suffering and pain
a mind altered of color
yet the shadows they remain

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Dead Man Walking

stench of death tinged with breadth of life
tongues a warning of regret and grief
value measured in shades of grey
mourning rising each generation

dreams of color form ashen footsteps
with gait of choices on dusty road
to the vibrating pulse of a static heart
charred with remains of earthy memories

the subtle hues of light and dark
rich with allusion cast no shadow
for he is obscure, a shade of sunless
for he is the shadow, the dead man walking

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A Bloody Conscience

there's blood on my conscience
not on my hands
still I gaze at them in disbelief

reliving grey fur blurred
under a break neck wheel
the thud of a wish not granted

stomach turned inside out
lurching towards speech
catching on the lump in my throat
before swallowing it back down

looking in the rear view mirror
at paws pointing the wrong way
I die a little inside


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The Pulse Of Darkness

 

where the pulse of darkness
drums a splintered beat
between awareness and torment
pain
the breaker of rules
makes me feel everything
and nothing

while I stand here reeling
on the edge of emptiness
as black as the coal
my grandfather mined
the canary's song
long silenced
by shadows of fear's playground

and gazing into the abyss
a fissure of self
the moon's image holds me
as I wipe away tears
with the truth of its light

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Evening's Edge

 

dragonflies dart by waters edge
the glistening of blue green hues
mirroring their iridescence
as though relative

while light shines on lifeless limbs
the sun showing no distinction
between the living and the dead
drawn only by the vast expanse
of continuous horizons

gliding through the evening depths
easing into letting go
of breath, of body, of mind
expanding ripples contort
everything of human form

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Purple Hummingbirds

bright purple hummingbirds
mind manifested
swarm

until

punctured by pain
reality slips to reveal
a mind gone rogue

freaked out
panicked
I struggle to assemble
the distortion of perception
before hysteria engulfs me

I've never done recreational drugs but after a surgery I was given some narcotics.  While they did nothing for the pain they did make me hallucinate.  I know some people pay for the experience but all it did was freak me out. 

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Time

this is the poem that stands

in the still of time

unnerved

as others pass it by

 

this is the poem that rises

to the beat of seconds

discarded

in the every minute of every day

 

this is the poem that falls

through the layers

of yesterdays

and todays

 

this is the poem that turns

down into feathered wings

healing illusions

as it flies

 

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Thirsting For Ink

our limbs are torn

our veins are sliced
and beaten to a pulp
water leaves its mark

submerged and drowned
pressed and bound
you'll find us thirsting
for a voice made of ink

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Crow

an oil slick stains the sky
black the color of night
a dark void with no form

shape-shifting sands of time
past, present and future
the birthing of destiny

tarred in echoes of truth
beyond the illusions
of energy, of life

duality of right
reality of wrong
there's murder in the air

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Nature's Assassin

aggressive mustached predator

nature's three-eyed assassin

robber in name and life

proboscis its rifle

neurotoxin bullet

paralyzed

liquefied

grub

 

 

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I Write

I write

to tether myself to this world

lest I float away

I write

to avoid so much introspection

I find myself inverted

I write

to cut pain from my soul

releasing fear and terror

 

I write

to spill my guts

so you may identify its contents

I write

to crack myself up

and put myself back together again

 

I write to

to ignite fires in bellies

starved of words

 

I write

to face the reality of today

punching unfairness into tomorrow

 

I write

to unwind the tightly coiled springs

of the bed I made

 

I write

to lose myself

so that I may find myself again

 

I write

to dislodge the iron mask

that hides the inner truth

 

I write

to capture memories

for my mind has storage issues

 

I write

to hold a candle flicker

to the dark crevices of my mind

 

I write

to free myself of the chains

anchoring me to the past

I write
to bandage gaping wounds
that identify me

 

I write

to see, to feel, to touch

 

. . . . . and so I write

 

 

Linking up with dVerse where the topic is Manifestos

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Role Play

I fall into you
      each night a surprise
            never knowing what role I'll play . . . . .

                  hook in fear of the ticking clock
                        goldilocks in search of 'just right'
                              or perhaps the princess & the pea
                                
                                    . . . . . if I'm unlucky, maybe all three


Linking up with dVerse where the prompt was to write about a common object.

The Game

This is the first poem I've written that isn't based on personal experience . . . . . .

a mind that's constantly in overdrive

as soft sweet whispers lead them deep inside

searching their eyes, as dusk turns into night

ignoring the truth, they'd prefer you lied

gagged and bound by a ridiculous wage

there was love once, you thought you were saved

laughing . . . what a gullible fool you made

a broken nose and a bloodied bruised face

too many questions by an anxious nurse

profusely sweating like a whore in church

thinking "this is bad", but it could get worse

praying they won’t look inside your purse

broken and unraveled you turn your back

“I’m done, I quit”, that’s all there is to that

 

Prompt: Over at dVerse they have us creating a Bout Rimes poem using the words drive, side, night, lied, wage, saved, made, face, nurse, church, worse, purse, back and that.

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Rooted

 

my trunk is packed
but I remain
rooted to the spot
this time and place

creaking, groaning
twisting and moaning
as you breathe life
into these tired limbs

inevitably there will come
a point in time
pressure so intense
that SNAP, I break

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Bared To You

try not to breathe
other people's love letters
on bullshit
they **** you up

there are no accidents just
tales of mystery and madness
bared to you
with my body

the probable future
fifty shades of grey
reflected in you
awesome

Linking up with dVerse where we are encouraged to write spine poetry using titles from our own bookshelf.  Interesting challenge!

I Remember

memories of being kissed

gut like a clenched fist

or was it more like butterflies

the deceit, the lies

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