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~Poetry~

Beautiful, Quirky, Fun and Unique...

Ride the Wave

You ride the wave you call a life

and I shall drown in space

and before you can reach that knife

I will see the sadness in your face


That endless journey you long to take

For I am already there

But no perimeters did you break

And I am not one to share


You look through the glass

I pick pieces up and bite down

How long will it last?

There’s still shards upon the ground


Your depths are not deep enough

For I know how you must feel

Nor weak, nor tired, nor strong, nor tough

No energy from me will you steal


Have you found it yet?

I am now awake

Go on ahead, just forget

For no shortcut did I take



Showers

She showers herself in ashes of the dead

She opens the door to that enlightenment

But gets tangled up in the web of deceit

For a web is unlike any bars that hold

Yet she is the spider, the death in which she bathes

Her merciful bliss is all but a facade

She does breast stokes through the codeine

To make herself feel better

But at light she lies in bed alone

In a bed that she didn’t make

She sees without seeing

At the drop of a tear into a bleeding rose

It’s nothing she wanted

It’s everything she did

The clocks are watching her

Preying on her like hawks

She cannot see their agenda

For no time is safe

Even hidden within brick walls

Tainted child, she loves the pain

It makes her feel alive...  

Ain't No Doubt About It

With every fiber in my being
with every burning ember in my soul
I want my love for you to take me
Until I lose control

I’ll forget all the consequences
and taste the ambrosia of your sweet rapture
Traces upon your skin so endless
I don’t care if I’m being captured

You know as well as I do
There’s just no point in fighting
Your motions are like oceans
So cool, calm and exciting

You dance a in such a way
That it should be forbidden
But if loving you is wrong
then keep me away and hidden

One gaze upon you
Or deep look in your eyes
And I know everything is alright
for you’re a beautiful surmise 

I hear you, I see you, I feel you
You’re the delicate rain
A touch of insatiability
For which I cannot contain

Galaxy Euphoria

Into the galaxy all the way to mars

Oh how I love a good trip

Reaching out to lick the stars

As I make your honey dip


What is euphoria? 

A gentle galactic rain

A sensual phantasmagoria

To which I cannot explain


Oh how sweet and bitter

We are but cosmos in that black abyss

Shine yourself in glitter

It’s my taste you miss


Send away your dark thoughts

Into the temple of the sun

The feeling reigns out like shots

But we are only one


An advocate to a paradox

As space and time run through my fingers

Exactly what’s in my pandora’s box?

Everlasting stains to which lingers


I’ll open that supernova

And ride away into the clearing

You wanted me over and over

But time no longer nearing


What is it my dear?

Did your flowers die along the way?

I am at peace and I dream in fears

And in eternal is how I shall stay

What A Leaf Does on a Saturday Night

Mainly laying upon the ground

This is how they are always viewed

But late at night when no one 

ventures

Is when their fun begins

They float and soar in groups

having the most quiet parties

parties crashers are welcomed

 they get drunk off the air

high off the big gusts of wind

passing and blacking out

in random places

miles and miles from where they 

began

some whisper to one another

many dance and sway

they fraternize for hours

some attend other parties

like having orgies with trees

many start from the top

only to end up on the bottom

so when you see a stiff leaf

not moving at all

its probably got a hangover

this is what a leaf does on a Saturday  
night


The Lost World

We believe it existed but we truly don't know
If it was ever here and if so where did it go?
Under the water a disaster overnight
Just the thought of such a thing, oh what a sight!
Supposebly the people were highly advanced
But clearly the gods had other plans
Their technology way before their era
Massive waves came leaving them in shere terror
What once was eight we now know as seven
A land onced prospered now up in heaven
If it was here it left as quiet as a mantis
So goes the tale of the lost continent of Atlantis

My series on Channillo

War, a constant ongoing onslaught that is all too familiar to people and always seems to be relevant. These poems are meant to show the upsides, downsides and overall essence that is...War.

A series of strange and unique poems that while may seem like they are connected, hold no affiliation with one another other than their intent to stand out.


These papers were written to be accepted, to transcend and to attempt a meaning of understanding...  

A series of poems about the city of New Orleans and the many things it's known for. From the infamous Bourbon street and Mardi Gras to Voodoo and Vampires.
Dark tales that tell of when the simpliest situations and scenarios become creepy, sinister and downright horrific. Witness twelve stories each that seem to be calm on the surface but deep down the deadly truths are revealed..

                      ~ Drabbles ~

I have been meaning to start writing drabbles since I first found out exactly what they were. After reading a few of them at the end of An Odd Quartet by Michael Brookes I finally decided to take a crack into the world of Drabbles and try writing some of my very own. For those who are not quite familiar with what a drabble is, it is a short story of exactly 100 words. Here are a few drabbles that I have written, but please don't be too harsh on me because after all I'm still an amateur at these!

Mirror


I looked in the mirror and state a name under my breath. I smiled only to realize I was smiling, I said the name again. Wow I really look good today, I didn’t really do anything different but wow I look good. I look to my left and then to my right then behind me and then focus back on my reflection on the mirror. I say the name one more with a wicked smile before I crack up laughing. Suddenly the lights go out. They come back on and Bloody Mary comes out of the mirror, taking me away.



Where Am I?


It was pitch dark and I couldn’t see a damn thing. The only thing I knew was I was tied to a chair and I wasn’t the only one in there. There were others, lot’s of them, least it sounded like there was. I kept feeling the cold tip of a sharp blade brush across my cheek and against my neck. I also kept hearing the faint sound of maniacal laughter. Suddenly the lights come on, I close and open my eyes to let them adjust. I look around the room, I see are a bunch of clowns with knives.