Love isn't real anymore

Burning love,
Flailing
Like
Faltering leaves
Upon a
Cooling ground.
Dead love,
Skeletal,
Marrow sucked
From each
Bone and
Tossed aside.
Black love,
Turning into
Twisted hate,
Learning
To love
That which
You cannot
Live with.
The lust,
The blackest blue,
Painstakingly
Coursing its way
Through
Your veins
Like icicle needles
Boring holes
To your soul.
There is no
Love here;
It doesn't exist
Anymore.

4-18-12

Know god, no peace. No peace, know god

Am I a god?
Feeling dingy while
Walking around mortals,
I find that I shine in ways
That others cannot.
The pills they feed me to
Kill away the disorders
That plague my mind,
Is this merely a way to
Contain the powers that
Swirl within my veins?
Am I a god?
I can read people,
Like a book and their stories
Are ugly and hideous.
I can hear their sins vibrating
Loudly from their dirty hearts.
I know when they lie,
And I know when they
Tell the truth simply to harm others.
Living amongst these
Organisms turns my own heart hateful.
Am I a god?
I can bleed and bleed, but never die.
I've swallowed enough pills
To take out dozens,
Yet still I remain.
I can sway the decisions of others,
With a swift and silver tongue.
I can own them, I can be them,
I can destroy them.
I can send upon them plagues
That feast on their fetid bodies.
Perhaps I am a god,
Waiting for worship.
In death and in poetry,
I will be vastly remembered.
People will avenge me, people
Will sing my praises;
People will beg me for change,
Pray to me for healing and
Die in my name.
Yes, I am a god.
I am the god.
I control them all, they are my ants.
They sacrifice much for me,
Send me gifts to the
Pedestal I judge them all from.
I am the god,
The one they wished would answer.
And when I answered,
I blinked them all out of existence.
And finally I know peace.

4-24-12

Thank you

beholden to you for
the things i did true
i created a shade
a wife and mother made
of the dreams i culled
from a mind well hulled
to be the very one
recreated from the sum
of all i surmised
you held dear.
well, i am no seer
as it all comes clear
and the mess i'm
cleaning up
begs the question:
did i interrupt
a natural progression
for the sake of an obsession?
i never knew more
than what you'd shown
is this a case of
you take what you own?
or is it simply that we
disconnected when free
were never meant to be?
summarily verily so?

summary
april 26th 2012



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 04/27/2012 10:34AM by daenerys.

Have enjoyed my 1 and a half year's here.The past two National Poetry Month's have been outstanding!Thank you!

Two weeks ago I was out of town,playing with friends.My friend,of a very long time, was reading my postings and we had a long drawn out discussion about my use of 'then' and 'than'.I trust his advice,on many subjects,he is almost never proved wrong.I should know,I've been trying for 32 years!Though he does have his moments,he squirms very well.So I don't know,read my works how you like.Sometimes I'm trying to place a time,sometimes I'm trying to compare...sometimes both.Trying to compare myself to you at a place in time.Trying to compare myself to me...at a place in time.A place in time for both of us.I don't know,I was always lousy in English class.Hell,how many words did I have to look up just in this?



What road that we travel
How it's chosen us for it's way
Are we prepared to take it as it comes
Road way
Road worthy

Pavement or dirt
Be it slick or dry
Will it be night or day
Road grime
Road crimes

Do we see ourselves in the mirror
Do we see our trail of dust
See our own dust
Road sign
Road side

Can we tell of all
Of our travled roads
Are we able to tell of all
Of our self
Broken down
By the side of the road

Tell of us,our dead leaves and ashes
How one spark,ignited our whole tank of fuel
Of our self
Driving us,farther than we will ever know
Pulled over
By the side of the road

What is there to stare at
Looking where horizon meets the road
Waiting for something to jump out ahead
Of our self
Rolling over
By the side of the road

Distance is great
An eye on the horizon expanse
Trying to keep ahead of time
Of our self
Burned down
By the side of the road


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#105

Well, congrats to everyone who posted for National Poetry month. This month is now closed lol

YES!