Bowl full of blood and stinging nettles
Granules of sand
Agitation as molecule slips past molecules
Wind bleeds energy
Desert palms sway
Heat rises past the point of comfort
Wallowing in the broken blood vessel
Kiss me
As if goodbye is all we have
Month: April 2018
Wake me when it’s over
Heartbeat settles in
Air heats in closed car
Silence and the soft
Shhhhhhh of passing cars
Distance making sounds soft
Flesh and blood and bone
Heats
The heart beat echos
As empty chambers
Hands lose focus
Mind slips away from consciousness
Jerking back
Dreams twist
Recoil
Knowing that I’m losing her
Somehow unable to right the ship
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Keeping quiet
Words with no exit
turn inward
Shattered glass
Internal bleeding
Skin afire
With nowhere left to burn
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Nonverbal consent isn’t a thing
Look in your eyes saying yes
Entire body straining, enticing
Your fingers play along my arm
I wait
Inert
Without the verbal
Yes this is what I want
You’re uncertain
About my dominance
But
This is what it is
To be bound by honor
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Hard lump in breast
Pain in heart
Like a fire
Poison leaching into bloodstream
Wanting nothing in a world without her
Shattered by how close we came
Shattered by promises
Bound by my word
I burn
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Day/Night cycle
A day without her
is a day without sunshine
but I’m learning to live in the dark.
Never thought I’d be back around to this
But then I never do
Always thinking that this is forever
’cause to me it is
She’ll never leave me
But will she ever stay
I can’t know
And my speculation
Is a cupful of despair and hemlock
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Too much Rag’n’Bone man
Counting down seconds
Waiting on time
Needing forgiveness
Haven’t found mine
What little is left
What little is fine
Peripheral vision
Give me a sign
Significant losses
Sigils and rhyme
Met with amusement
Tell myself it’s fine
Just want your hand
Your hand in mine
But it’s getting harder
It’s getting trying
I’m as lost as ever
Can’t wake up my mind
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Memories bleed
Hell bent on destruction
Can’t pull back from that ledge
Last shreds of impulse
Fading
Didn’t want a broken heart
But that’s not your choice to make
Can’t make P=NP
Can’t give up when I said Always
It’s on you to walk away
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A reflection in steel
These empty spaces
Filled with words
And promises
Calloused hands fading
Soft
Memories of what they did
Each crease
Hinting at
Stories I’ll never tell
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April poetry month
So, here we are at another April. For those who have been with me for a year you know that this is a special time. For those who haven’t, this…is… POETRY MONTH! Yes, I hope you heard it like this is Thunderdome or This is Sparta!
It is the month that I choose to test myself and write poetry every day. Not once, twice, or thrice but 4 poems a day plus normal MWF posts.
I did 4 a day last year and it nearly broke me. And I said to myself that I wouldn’t do that to myself again. But. Here we are.
I’m starting a few days late because I wasn’t sure I could commit to this. And truly it’s daunting. But if I’m afraid do it. Stupid rules.
Everybody ready? Here we go!
Pelgris 