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
Melancholy and fireworks
Shoot into the sky
Heralds of a new age
That’s neverchanging and relentless
In misery, a lack of company
Present in the dark night sky
In my mind, and in my mind’s eye
I see the end of it all
Misplaced among the vines
Thorns and gravestones
Can you see the God
In the middle of the path
Butchered and broken
It is love, so misshapen
That it becomes as silence,
Destroyed when spoken aloud
As the raindrops drop on my face
A mix of tears, confirmations
The body and blood, proof
That we have killed him
All comes crashing down
Deep into the ground
Where I lie,
And lay myself down
And I won’t make a sound
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.
Clothes on a different skin,
Rippling in the wind
Blasting from all directions
As I look on and watch
From the clouds
And I can see the crowds
Down below on the ground
But they are so far away.
So far away that I don’t see one familiar face,
Or a point of recognition
To ground me, as
I’m floating on the winds
Before crashing down on the waves
And there I float – there I go –
A speck of white in the big blue.
The mistress of my dreams
Appears once in a blue moon
To turn me so blue for a morning.
I know she is not my lover,
And yet my dreams force me to love her.
My brain’s fabrication –
The most sinful sensation.
She leaves in her wake
A judgement that aspires
To be like the Cross
That used to haunt me
In my dreams.
I wake once more,
And her face is replaced
With shame, and guilt.
I have been framed
Like a painting
And hanged
On the wall,
For all to see –
For the crimes I have committed
With the mistress of my dreams.
I am standing on the shore –
Back again on those rocks
Where I would sit and think
About life, and why
I wanted to jump
Into those deafening depths.
The water still calls my name
Now, and it pulls me
By my soul and I join the tide
In its patterned uncertainty.
I’m not sure of anything, anymore.
So this is where I’ll stay for a while,
Floating
Along the shore.
My sun, I am your Icarus.
With my wings ablaze I fly –
A shooting star in the night.
Your endless light
Reflects in my eyes
And I am blinded
By our love.
I submit to the eternal blindfold,
For as long as it is your hand I hold.
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.
Lying awake for hours on end
As it felt as if my legs were on the rack.
Though they stopped growing,
Why do the growing pains never end?
I lie, and I lie awake
With tears in my eyes –
Tears in my heart and it scars
As the stars
Look on in apathy.
They didn’t check my height
Before they strapped me in
And we began to climb
Up and up
High into the sky.
We rose among the stars
And got so high
We forgot how to breathe.
Then I looked over to my side,
Into your eyes
And we fell
Faster than sound.
We broke through the barrier
With a bang,
But still on the tracks, somehow.
When we came
To our senses,
We once again
Began to climb
High into the sky.
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