My Poetry Blog: A Mix of Genres and Poetry Styles
Lay me in the dust of death
A vague disconnect
From the blood on my hands
In the drowning discotheque
Music pounding in my head
To the beat of how things used to be
With our drunken songs
On dimly lit city streets
The sheets on my bed
Still carry your ash
Where I sleep
And have my fitful dreams
From which I keep waking
With tremors in my hands
And an unsteady breath
That escapes my lungs
And leaves me here
Laying myself down in the dust of death
I am looking out
To a grey world
Smog, smoke and decay
The rain drops like tears
On my window, rivers
Scattered patterns that thrive
In their abstract nature
As they pass the webs
Where spiders sew and weave
Like their life depends on it
The wind constantly pushing
On their homes and mine
Is blown away, but how
Did it come to this
This desperate desperation
Drug-induced haze
Pink powder running through veins
The world looks a little less grey
The spiders are dancing
Dodging deadly droplets
Looking into my window
Multitudes of eyes and I
Look back at them
And smile
She loves the attention –
The tension with my heart.
She shares it with everyone,
Till it tears me apart.
She loves the attention,
The way she plays with my mind,
Till all the pretend confessions
Have played their essential part,
And I respond in kind.
She loves the attention –
An insult to myself,
And I won’t even mention
How the clock has struck twelve.
She loves the attention,
And why do I care?
She’s the most beautiful thing,
For all the world to share.
I die on the inside every time I decide to leave someone behind.
Or when I lay to rest the plans we never had,
Or the memories we never made
In a future that we will never see
Together.
Together was all we had,
And I find myself here at the end
Of it all, struggling to stand tall
And raise my head high.
Because every goodbye kills me,
And I die every day, afraid
Of the next one to go away.
I’m so fine with it, sometimes,
Somehow, but then there are times
When I’m drowning in the deep depths
Of despair, where the air
Escapes my lungs
And leaves me behind.
There you are, smiling brightly in the dark sky –
Looking down on me with a million uncaring eyes.
Your brother might be blindly blinding,
But at least he gives me life.
When he’s up there, all your eyes are closed
Since you need your rest too, I suppose.
If I died while you were gone, would you still be smiling?
You probably wouldn’t even notice,
Even though I greeted you a thousand times.
Five red trails
In the white snow
On the mountain.
The signs of the predator,
That steals their innocence
And leaves them broken.
Those that wander off the path
Are set alight with his eternal flame,
So they may be the beacons of shame.
Oh, but he is so beautiful,
With his smooth and clean skin,
There is not a single sin on him.
Although, if you could see his soul
You would know –
He is the one that paints the snow.
Take my breath
With your hand around my neck,
And cold fingers running down my spine.
I live and die
At your command,
At your hand.
Every morning I try
To walk away
But you always chase
Me endlessly, relentlessly
Till I can’t see
The light ahead of me.
With tears in his eyes
He stared out of the train window
At a world that passed him by
Ever so quickly.
He looked, and saw
The trees falling,
The grasses wither,
And the birds falling
So deeply in love
As they fly in pairs
Through the trees
And build their nests
So they may settle
In a home in the shade,
High in the green trees,
Away from all harm
Before they too, leave
For a better place
Where they will find their warmth
And final resting place.
The sun dried his tears
And a smile slowly spread across his face
As he turned into a bird
And flew to the horizon.
can you see the tree
that calls me
by name
for so,
so
long,
my friend
You are a fading star in the dark void –
Holding onto dear life
And shining your light
As your vital signs cease.
A dramatic final statement
As you explode in silence.
At the end of it all
You were only full of gas.
But now you are nothing
As your light meets my eyes
One last time.
JD Poetry 