welcome me, dead land
I’ve wandered far to come here
place of ghosts and bones
let the sun burn and bleach me
a parched grave for a parched soul
#1244
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Category Archives: poetry
#1243
I set words adrift
trusting to the unknown sea
will they find your shores?
#1241
Who were you before?
I long to know that man, too
I will love his ghost
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#1236
antiseptic fear
astringent desperation
the scent of madness
#1235
does the rain find you
or do you seek out the rain?
the chill goes bone deep
#1233
you, the dying sun
specialized in misery
eager to consume
a self-fulfilled prophecy
customized apocalypse
#1232
how strange the blank page
unlimited potential
inspiration’s curse
#1231
tainted by my touch
your love makes you a leper
contagious madness
#1225
readers sample grief
wade ankle deep in longing
hold love in their palm
only the writer succumbs
becomes the other in truth
“I was enjoying my usual immunity while working, my invisibility to Chilton and Graham and the staff, but I was not comfortable in the presence of Dr. Lecter, not sure at all that the doctor could not see me.”
– Thomas Harris, Forward to a Fatal Interview, Red Dragon
#1206
“Euphoria”
tongues lick clean white dust
bruised bone arms writhe and beckon
epileptic ghosts
#1204
the beast writhes within
restless and ravenous thing
with a blow, bone splits
#1201
“That Sounds About Right”
Oh no! Where’d they go?
I thought I had some somewhere
All my fucks are gone
#1196
I dressed you in silk
crowned you in silver and gold
and for what, darling?
tragedy loves best the blessed
for they fall farthest of all
#1194
drowned in cooling wax
his heart a guttered candle
beyond rekindling
#1192
branded by desire
leper, deviant, outcast
why remain condemned?
throw yourself to the wolves
at least our bite you expect
[ Wrote this while listening to The Pit by Silversun Pickups. Not quite sure this is what I meant to write to go along with the song, but I think it fits anyway. ]
#1190
fallen for winter
his eyes iron, his voice stone
I’m gladly frozen
#1185
belief calls to me
church altar and fairy ring
Moon and Holy Ghost
#1182
he said “marry me”
she said “I have other plans”
red dawn saw her off
charger white and armor bright
sharpened sword upon her hip
#1180
[ Guess who’s still on jury duty? ]
ah, public transit
seven’s too fucking early
warm bed far away
~
ah, public transit
even here there’s no escape
traffic traps us all
~
ah, public transit
high school acquaintance gets on
turn face to window
~
ah, jury duty
second week, feel like a pro
pity the newbies
~
ah, jury duty
where are the jump ropes and swings?
this isn’t recess!
#1178
[ Guess who has jury duty? ]
ah, jury duty
a true test of my patience
one no doubt I’ll fail
~
ah, jury duty
no cafeteria here
we eat on our laps
~
ah, jury duty
these people are too perky
just fuel for my rage
~
ah, jury duty
“hurry up and wait, bitches
like we give a shit”
~
ah, jury duty
is this service to my state
or purgatory?
[ To be fair, now that I’m on a case it doesn’t bother me so much; it’s the sitting around for hours not even knowing if they’re ever going to call you that’s super frustrating. That being said, having to get up hella early to take the bus to the courthouse is also unpleasant. XD ]
#1176
[ Warning: haiku dump. ]
Dear elliptical:
this love/hate relationship
is more hate than love
~
wind brings clarity
in the distance mountains loom
sharp enough to cut
~
coconut oolong
one cup buys a moment’s warmth
melts away winter
~
how hipster is this
sitting in a coffee shop
scribbling down haiku
#1174
lackluster heartbeat
words drift through lazy fingers
comatose desire
[ I often suspect writing is just someone's sick experiment to see how long it takes me to stare at a blank screen before I go completely crazy. It's not long. ]
#1173
he would follow me
by knife, perhaps, or by rope
love makes fools of us
#1168
“Wisdom, Courage, Power”
child of the forest
in dark times take up your sword
become fate’s right hand
#1166
“Why Do You Keep Staring At Me Like That? WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
like a fickle cat
the muse desires attention
yet swipes at fingers
#1164
weak sun this morning
pale and wobbly, slow to rise
hung over, maybe
#1161
“Winter in Olalla”
snowfall in the night
dawn breaks beyond steel gray skies
birds sleep in today
#1158
not so fast now, huh?
I think I’ll eat your legs first
foolish cookie man
[ When I saw this Pusheen gif my immediate thought was “I MUST FIND A REASON TO POST THIS ON MY WORDPRESS.” Tadaa. ]
#1155
“At the End of All Things”
failing sun bleeds red
wind wears mountains, fills canyons
dust to dust to dust
#1153
I know your secrets
I know your fears and foibles
precious nemesis
I am your Moriarty
and I will burn your heart out
[ A Christmas “gift” to my arch nemesis. Friends are a dime a dozen but a quality nemesis is once in a lifetime. You have to show your appreciation. ]
