Painful Poetry
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Caging in water.A phantasmal rushis the ghostyou feed with a fever,a cold-hearted exaggerationfor fewer thoughtsto consider.There’s blood,running far fromits enemybeing the floodwalled within.Can you correctyourself, within yourmaze of indecision?Tracks will soon beall that’s leftto remind youthere had been a road.Can you screamonce petals become dust,when your limbs turn to rust?You speak clearlywhen thunderstorms are loud,but…
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Thick vaporexits from an open,eager pair of lips,for I’m holding onto what I brought inon its knees.Distortioncomes from the daysleft behind,left to drag ontheir stubborn presenceas phantoms.They’re in,until they’re outfrom ebonyto ivory.They’re floatingupon the same lanethat I’m walking.They’re disguisedin long trails of smoke,from burned pagesdetailing history’spained conclusions.I’m asking for a cureto keep sickness absent,if not…
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You’ve been drenchingyour outstretched handsin damp soil,inside those spotsyou devote your toilto the stormsthat follow.For fallen rain,for crytallized leavesrozen without winterto leave its white,drawn-out immaculacyfor you to ruin.You transfer pain,from yesterday’s eveningfor tomorrow’s morningyou pledge safetyto sorrow.Lights on a roadgo out from your breathsexpelled from a pairof rotting lips.When will you fuelthe better heatfrom within…
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Disappear throughripples upon twin curtains,entering death’scradling arms for yourtired head.For what else can I doto ease the sufferingprolonged pasttomorrow’s hope?A burning ropehas found its graspon one last breath,endangering a second.A final heartbeatreturns its echo,reminded meof how far you’ll goto live, to win.You can flywhen your wingsrepair from being clipped,entering a cold void,leaving me behindto figure…
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There deepensthe depth, due toa lone tricklefrom two veins,from cold dropletssoaring from cuts,on purposeless smiles.I wait to know whywe had to surrenderto refuse lovefor its sacred remedyfor our tragic,persistent travesty.Life has been our sore,death has remainedour loudest calling.Darkness is nothingwhen through funerals,we’ve kept confiding.Needed burialfor brittle bones,once closed aroundtwo aching bodies.Now we’re trappedbecause of time’s…
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A punished simplicityfor being trueduring timeswhen a candlehad to die.I’m counting edgesI’ve brought infrom an oceanI’ve had to navigatebefore it was too lateto be reborn.Smiling without sincerityis the weight I releasedlike an anchorfrom a rotting ship,from a repeated,deserved nightmare.Deep in the sleepof reviewed heartbeats,I’m looking througha looking glass.I’m dreamingof what I’m conceivingwithout such a curseto…
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Rowing through windsthat drive onward vesselsthat bleed heaviest.Growing among shapesshrinking in tensionsinto their first dimension.A line demandsa signature,a uniform commitment,a submission,not a rewriteto what didn’t exist.I cannot liewhile teardrops fallto meet solid earthwhere I burieda wounded heart.I cannot strivefor more this waywhile faces scorn me,under the sun.I cannot thrivethrough this thunderthat disconnectswhen it disappears.Autumn leaveshave…
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Private contemplationof past exchanges,while a heart stays lostdown alleys,where a voice has costprecise deliberation.I forage formissing words,casting dark glancesonto highlighted,shifting spaces.I salvage shadowsfrom secretsonce hidden awayto never betraywhat I once sparked.There are onlyfaint twitches of life,frail whispersspeaking of howI’ve forsaken mercy.There is justthis time in denial,in loud defeat,in silent retreattoward the backwhere ashesare piled high.
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Deprived of what Ilet loose, let becomerapids for mystagnant side.All frozen,bleakness in a puddlereflecting a skyturned gray.All brokenwith pieces I missfrom gatheringflung stones.Teardrops fell from me,a clock has stoppedfor me, because of me,before I turnedto a different chimein the stripping wind.There are words I sayin hopes that someonewill hear them.There are messages I relaywhen knowing…
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It’s a recurrence,this standing devoutnature of being withinyour shattered mind.I’m hearing your hurt,hating myselffor what I can’t cure.I’m breathing inrawest vaporof your calamity.Ashes against meare burningonly on the outside.To this, you hopeyour pain to subside.For this, you expectthe other shoe to drop.From white,back into black,my growing feverwas my sole wayto bring myself awayfrom being a…
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Wash the platewhere you’ve been eatingyour spoiled words.We see rotten declarations,futile undertones.You have an eye for dust,for sadness carved from rust.Hanging there,with emptied hands.There wasn’t evena mere semblanceof substance.Telling yourself to breathebefore a broken mirror.You hear your rushes,before they’re releasedfrom dried lips.Falling through cracks,leaving behind tracksfor grace’s gameto keep you tame.You make the wish,having another…
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Heavy weightsdrop like a handfulof debris,for a relieffrom winter’s lastingtyranny.I thrash,knowing I’ll liveexactly where I am.I crash,evaporating tearsthat became a storm.Walls of iceprevent me from movingwithout such spiteclinging like a parasite.My words,tossed like blank coinsinto a river.I’ve been dreamingabout what’s next.Nothing enters in,on the trainof a hundred stops.I’m a worm,hanging onto a threadwoven from fearfor…
Modern Romanticism 