I hate the thought that someone may be waiting for me to ask them something, that if I just asked, I could be with them. I hate that idea, how can I know how you feel? Just ask me, the answer will likely be yes. And if its no then at least you’ll be free.
Author: Pelgris
Detente
A lifetime of words spill out
Hearts blood on the page
Desire, want, and need
Logic and emotions in sync
Ruled by nought but the moment
The moment and you
A world of spun glass and long stemmed rose whips
Screams and whimpers
Ecstasy and agony and the float
Feel my flesh, know that I am real
Ask and it will be done
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There begins the tale
On the morn, where shadows bend
The oaks brought low by shatter frost wind
They awake
Brought tear to eye and skin to fear
These moments before I wake
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Vacation time
This sad fool in motley granted fleeting asylum in the land of ease,
a creature of despair made mad by joy
Sits calmly in balance until revocation
Then despair works it’s way from bones and bleeds on the night air
Raw from soft living
Pain of the past hits like a wrecking ball
Demolishing the city rebuilt
from
Dreams remembering they are nightmares
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Well, wine or draft
Shadow caves in
Crashing down this well of light
This beacon!
This bright!
Is fading
Candle snuffed out
Room feels empty
Only the memory remains
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Sacrosanct ritual
You are a sacrament made holy by debasement
Made glorious by the sweat and ecstasy of your flesh
Made exultant by convolution of your mind
I taste you on my tongue transubstantiated into need and desire
Your kiss becomes my miracle
Your saliva my wine
Stirring my blood to churn
You are my altar,
my goddess,
my saint of desire
Worship with me
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Uncertain terms
Sleep eludes the decaying tree
Its roots soaked deep with blood
And tired wave
Laps with fetid water
Near corpse Shadow shore
Nightmare made burdensome heart
A heaviness to lidded eyes
and slipping Deeply bend
Leap for and falter
Last hurried breath before the fall
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Javelin
Wood and stone
Struck deep,
Pierced veil, ripped shroud
To let the sunshine through
Velvet caress, sybilant phrases
Lift me to the light
A beacon
You draw me close
Burn me in your flames
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Oracle
The razor eases close through skin and muscle
Scraped along bone to the sounds of screaming
Terrified into waking
Find vivid hallucination mimic in reality
Each step slivers of skin and bone
Peel crimson from feet
This path of broken swords
This remembering of future
Leg swings out,
the flash of possible, the choice,
The cost
Paid in blood and pain
This path, this choice, this future
All prices paid, more than worth it
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My miss
Desire is a funny thing
It bends and rages
Holds steady and grows
It can burn out or grow forever
For you, my desire cannot be sated
only briefly abated
day by day desire spins to the edge of control
Until only “yes, sir” returns me to peace
Pelgris 