The fire cleanses and it destroys like Lucifer slays.
Maybe hell and the devil are one of the same,
residing on
every holy candle lit. It dances at the back
of every mind and laughs as
it consumes you like God.
It is described in many ways -
entrancingly green, glowing red,
furiously blue and dark like
the knight.
It chills as it burns and
suffocates
as it breathes.
Do you hear it cackle?
Calmly,
it envelopes and hugs my neck,
kissing with a fervor I've not felt before;
raising my hairs then razing them down;
hissing at my tears, preying with my fears;
blazing souless innocents and begging me-
begging me to fall on my knees,
bow my heart and feign mercy.
Hush.
The sky falls bland as I lay my head.
So I pray that when the light rekindles my face,
the sun would wring
from the anger within,
hipnotic evil that shall live and rise again.
Showing posts with label Vulnerability. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vulnerability. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Fire
Labels:
Control,
Escapism,
Fear,
Infatuation,
Living,
Love,
Pain,
Poems,
Reflection,
Sex,
Vulnerability,
War
Monday, March 7, 2016
Passionate fear
He came from
round the blind corner.
Our eyes met
briefly before going back to
the phone. His
presence lingered beyond
the sockets.
He knows.
The next day
he was there with his surreptitious
smile which
I knew to grow accustomed to. Shyly
shifted to
check the time. He wore blue
without fail,
conquering my heart, at Eight O' Six
sharp
everyday. Not a peep from me. That is
not our
language.
He started
bringing me places in my mind I
never knew
existed. So fascinated in his glory,
I breathe at
his mercy and cry at his pleasure. I
take him
everywhere, like pocket providence, and
he whispers bittersweet
nothings in my ear.
By the devilry
he possesses, the hex, like musty
roses, course
through my veins, tearing me
from my bloodline,
releasing. those. satisfying.
Endorphin.
He owns my
soul; at every any hour of the year.
He slumbers
mostly and let the electronics entertain
the little
shell as he lay; gentle, sovereign and familiar.
He’ll tug on
my heartstrings when it's time to feed.
Then, he
consumes me whole.
Labels:
Fear,
Poems,
Reflection,
Slavery,
Vulnerability
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Naked Moment
His face so familiar; so estranged.
Our stare intent. His eyes, brown from the memory
of my lips, were blue and black and blank all at once.
His confusion hits me only by recollection.
My gaze transcending; I couldn't tell if he
had beard or had nose or had mouth. But he sure did lose
his voice.
I cannot recall my look I gave but muscles remember
concoction of betrayal, shame and pride through the glasses.
The face of intense silence as the endorphin continue
dusting tickling magic throughout my body. I hope he
didn't look down.
My bare bottom couldn't have handled anything more.
Our stare intent. His eyes, brown from the memory
of my lips, were blue and black and blank all at once.
His confusion hits me only by recollection.
My gaze transcending; I couldn't tell if he
had beard or had nose or had mouth. But he sure did lose
his voice.
I cannot recall my look I gave but muscles remember
concoction of betrayal, shame and pride through the glasses.
The face of intense silence as the endorphin continue
dusting tickling magic throughout my body. I hope he
didn't look down.
My bare bottom couldn't have handled anything more.
Labels:
Love,
Poems,
Sex,
Vulnerability
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Little Soul
We met
yesterday as any other day, before dawn,
after dusk. You
looked as how old would appear
in fatigue's silhouette. Scabs ripped and wounds
reopened by
the fangs of another, permitted
to penetrate
by your heart. I try my hand at the
bad sewing and
offered five doses of a dozen sheep,
every one
soaking up the congenial shame you bleed.
One, the
words rerun.
Two, the cruel
time spools.
Three, the
flashbacks breathe.
Four, the
story recalls.
Five, your
jaded spirit dives
into every memory and with every memory, the
hallucinations come back with a new found volume of
into every memory and with every memory, the
hallucinations come back with a new found volume of
sacrilegious
vengeance.
Soon, what
that did not once cause a tear will create
the downpour
that drowns even the most defensive cactus.
Six minutes
in and the girl who learned
to build her
fortress of smiles is now the
same one
cowering under the blanket.
Even teddy
broke a sigh.
You, the luckless
shattered soul, have no onus
to hear the
cries I screech silent in my head.
Hush now,
you are as young as I remembered;
as I
pictured; as I find; as I think; as I dream.
You are as
innocent as prison calls, as charming
as stars' glow
at death. Hush now.
You know, the
grand empires you conceive shall never truly
be safe and
the majestic castles you raise shall never truly
protect when
you are only hesitant to countenance
the entry of the unmelodious serpents.
the entry of the unmelodious serpents.
Labels:
Control,
Escapism,
Fear,
Growing up,
Pain,
Poems,
Reflection,
Vulnerability,
War
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Shoe Defense
The total of bones from the head to the
toes
is two hundred and six at twenty.
The place with the most number of
those
is the feet, 26 on each.
They say bones give you structure, the
hardest part of you,
they withstand the success ladder climb.
They hold you up when you’re happy
or blue,
but even the strongest need
protection sometimes.
Labels:
Living,
Poems,
Vulnerability
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