Poetry ~ Deadly Surprise

Perception twisted by mind rape escapist.
Frustration. I forget to value…

Myself.

Placing True You on shelf.
Behind…
Glass eyes and porcelain thighs.

Deadly surprise.

My demise.
Your Lies.

Despising the rise.
Raised to believe.

Disease of ease.
Love’s cooling breeze.

Body oder wheeze
Springs from the trees.

Mistreated smile child.
Ride of stride

Grin vile again.
Never happiness within.

It all begins again…

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Dark Poetry ~ Snake’s Poison

Found bleeding, alone, and dying.
Lacerated from deceit, wounds may mend.
Give blood, heart, and flesh.
Take this hand, breath in, let fear rest.

Past Damage. Lie’s venom: distrust.

Scars burn, reawakened sadness.
No replacement can be had but…

Anti-venom to the snake’s poison.

Give blood, heart, and flesh.
Let demon’s scream finally know rest.

Dark Love Poetry ~ Release the Spirit

Voices haunt from pages past.
Only shattered heart wounds me.
Beyond lost… frail and weak!

What do I seek?

Cannot break free…
Cage of crystallized tears.
Only memories, hold me together.

Keep me in sanity.

End still unspeakable.
Bond made unbroken.
Without you…

These emotions don’t work.

Why can I not, release the spirit?
Leave me behind…
Ending visions of agonizing tomorrows.

Days that start with I and not you.

Often wondered too often.
Why breath has reason to inhale.
If reckoning has arrived.

Never regretting, thankful you existed.

Rest peacefully please.
Return to my work, I must.
Know this love will never be lost.

As long as words are within me.

Poem ~ Lillie in the Wind

Frayed petals enticing as ever,
Gone not forgotten.

Delicate flower still makes mind reel.

Ventured in the fields of life.
Care not properly taken.

Wind’s brutal force beats against fragile stem.

Resilient, it is…
to ravages of weather.

Time to return.
Come back to this pot.
Where you once found solace.

Come home to the fertile soil that nourished you.

Poetry ~ The Valley of Silence

Walking the valley of silence…

I, feel, the weight of soliloquy.

Eyes beg for shards of this tattered soul.
I, the beggar: beaten, broken, and blistered.

Eyes longing for abusement…

 

Laughing at my trust…

Nothing is real.

Walking down the mountain.
Wind whistle remedy for pain.

 

Never mind. Never mine…

Sadness falls, walking from the valley…

I lied too myself again.

Believing there would be…

Hope and understanding.

Still, I push on…