Candy and Absinthe-Audio
poetry
Candy and Absinthe
Spread my wings out
To fly
But they
Are made of bones
Just fighting
To stay alive
Just tired
Of being
Alone
Stretch my hand
Out to the sky
I know you’re
Worth the fight
Kiss me
I’m falling
Catch me
I’m losing my mind
One touch and
I’m home
So tired
Of being alone
But you’re here
You’re real
These things that
I feel
These doubts that
Beat
In my chest
False prophets
Caged in regret
But you’re here now
You’re real
Wake me, from this dream
Kiss me
I am clean
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Silence…. Draws out
An unhealed wound bleeding slow pulse
Thick with the poison
Alkaline tears burning as they roll
resisting the pull of gravity to cling to skin
one more bare second of together
wetness drying on a face
wracked by silent screams
voice made quiet by the nightjar
and a horrible sense of ichorous urgency
nobility snuffed out
so much simpler to bleed than to break
under the weight of hoping
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Madness as spoken word
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Painful desire
Surface from deep sleep
inflamed by my need of you
choking on my desire
clenched like a fist too tightly around a stone
a stretched string waiting for your touch
Waiting for the melody playing in my head to be given voice
but I’m alone
This pain recedes
never satiated
no action is enough
without you in my arms
To set me free
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Madness
I love you like a mad thing
straining at the leash
gnawing it’s own limbs to get to you
ferocious
blood spattered maw from any that dare harm you.
But tongue lolling out and dancing around
happy as can be in your presence.
This physical, visceral need for you burns in my veins
I struggle against everything that keeps us apart.
Mouth open, I roar my defiance
until bled out
the last dregs of energy bleed away
and only my eyes plead
stay
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Rambling fire
A slow burn like wet gunpowder mixed with dry, the ruined with the ruinous, the truth with the lie
A kiss is all I have to give, a touch to make one cry
I’ve fought my battles and lost my wars, I’ve drunken from the wells of sorrow
But then I saw into you, and breaking heart, I’m born anew.
But always, always burning
Don’t take me in your arms my love lest you be burning too
Or hold me close and trust, my flame is ever for you
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Solitude amidst the crowd
To be, nothing more
to experience, not expect
to feel, not need
to desire, not burn
to be at peace but not peaceful
to love, but not envy.
Life itself shapes us. Molds us into the image of our fears and lusts. It breaks us when we resist and washes us downriver when we give way. The only thing we can control is ourselves. We can choose to see the world as it presents itself or look deeper and seek. We can choose the branches our lives will take. Even when choice itself and our path shows as a single road we are allowed the freedom to control how we walk it. Ultimately, the only thing we have is our minds and ourselves. But this does not mean that we must walk our roads alone.
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Scabs conceal
What’s this feeling
that beats deep within
waiting for a chance to breathe
Waiting to see
Waiting to hear
eyes gone blurry
Blind to only the pain
And the time between
Words rip out
Leaving jagged wounds
Forced to the surface
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Touch bloom
Touch bloom
Black and blue
Fading yellow
Old lines
Trust shattered
Sitting alone
Lost
Eyes pleading
But truth dies
Undiscovered
This is a poem I wrote for Twitter.
Pelgris 