Yesterday was the last day of poetry month for me. I hope you all enjoyed it. I did, indeed, find it easier to write this time around though that may have been more due to my emotional state than the ease that practice brings. In any case, I hope that some pieces were impactful. Thank you, dear readers, you make my work beautiful.
Author: Pelgris
Dreams can be desires
Hot pressure slides
Pain wars
Pleasures build
Need tears loose
Again again again
More
Throbbing pain
Heat cools
Another
Another
Another
Neverending
No release
Just this painful pleasure
Yawning
Organs ache
Bones pop
Tightness
Pain subsumed by
Catalog
Mind overruling indicators
Fading to the background
I am awake
Where is the raven
Phonetic structures
Slip, slip, slip
Knives embedding into flesh
Hearts blood flows thick
Death by slow inches
In the shade of what was
Questions strike deep
I had a whole thing
A thing about truth and honor
But it occurs that
What others see as
Honor and truth are not what
I see
In my heart, as long as I’m honest, I’m truthful
In my heart
as long as I keep my word,
As long as I protect my people,
As long as I adhere to my rules,
I am honorable
There is no outside structure that imposes order on my heart
Only my self
Maybe that’s not what you thought
But it is what I am
Standing
not looking to change the world
Just changing myself is enough of a challenge
Just paying for my transgressions is enough
Just looking for a different place to be happy
Just waking up
Just falling in love
Just breaking
Not looking to change the world
Just looking to be
Just looking to sing
Just looking to write
Just want those minutes between
Just dreaming strange dreams
Just supporting my people
Not looking to change the world
But I’m not looking to bow to it either
Liminal glow
Clicks echo to empty
Haunting melodies drift close
Disappearing too soon
Rumbles in the distance
Here
In the quiet
I wait for you
A scream without voice
Drift and burn
Slashed wrists
Fetid blood
Spills as rain
Corruption seeps into bone
Minds rot
No chance to find the way
Home
Last shudders
Breathe Choked out
Quiet wind blows
Waiting
…..
Waiting
Soft pop of asphalt
Dance across the wind
Blown turmoil rises
Up to the heat
Kissed placid
Calm in this desert
Heat making plain
Sacrificed dreams
Slow whispers turn the leaf
Perched on death’s bones
Watching the quiet
Uneven wings
Murmur skitters across
Shivers tremble
Tighten
Cold
Bleeds in
Soft skin yields
