Life is beautiful, or so they say, poetry in motion; he could only play along amidst the throng, imitating the art around him; an æsthete desperate for a glimpse through the framed roses; a forger cutting paint with turpentine, diluting delusions to bear the greyscale that taints his perception; he can only see a masterpieceContinue reading “Life is beautiful”
Author Archives: a.d.matthias
Jigsaw
They told him, with pride, to pick up the broken pieces, instructing him first which ones to let lie Striven by a delusion to justify failures; evidenced by illusory jigsaws, their incomplete pictures Putting together those remaining pieces of his h-e-a-r-t and s-o-u-l, has left him only another h-o-u-l Where the sewage of draining happinessContinue reading “Jigsaw”
Oblivion
Swallowing laments, coughing up stained glass, her voice is lost in the shattering barks rending the silence in twain Vitric dust settles in layers of carmine remorse over bare feet and choices wanting; painted into a corner, and into oblivion Ocular leadlights with cames of tear, a cranberry gloss no longer rose, reflecting life, herContinue reading “Oblivion”
His rose
The boy would stop to smell the rose When he grew tall enough to reach Abrading his nose upon a petal frayed While he suffocated on the redolence Rooted from his rafter for the dearest of life Suspended by its thorny vine, the hanger hung It was ever there, of his being a part, apartContinue reading “His rose”
Potential
It lies not in the belief that you’re a butterfly Therein lies the dusted iridescence of insanity Nor in the misguided extolments of strangers Therein lies the birth of a disfigured maggot Potential lies only in one’s ability to exceed it Most will never soar amidst the kaleidoscope art: butterfly by Peterio
Whittle
Lip chewing Making waves Beneath heavy lids Going down stares Led by come hither fingers Dripping darkness dares To steel my clenched fist Whittle flesh, make a man Bereft of bone and sinew Petal and brimstone Whet with gore and malice Grinding shrapnel for dessert Soaked in lies and afterthought Napalm charring the bowel OfContinue reading “Whittle”
Amble
Closing gaping open wounds with tiny searing nooses Stitching burning questions in lamentous deadman sutures Itching ambling fingernails in obeisance of their masters Tearing at the sentient seals withholding all the answers Flaying scarring keratin with mindless zeal abide Knowing flowing remedies are hiding just inside art: by Paolo Troilo
Wild horses
Drawn and quartered memories Wild horses on unbridled courses A whipping fury of tails and manes They, reigning without reins They, unsaddled by saddles An unbroken stampede of nightmares On anger benders, biting the bit broken Bygone woebegone won’t begone They, the slaughterers They, the rider renders art: Four Horses of Apocalypse by Lorenzo Ghiglieri
Integrated
She deploys her apparitions in forward ambulation, and watches with desperation as they carry out their vocation With her imagination, in each direction and interaction, she’s intently searching for an end, to her crippling life retraction Spiritual substitutions feed her relentless observation, investigation into the world, a long sought integration Each ghost has her ownContinue reading “Integrated”
Petulant
A doting son, a distant father A gulf of petulance between Taken for granted, disenchanted A landfill of shoes to fill A landfill of time to kill A lonely son, a father deceased A gulf of emptiness between Grown to contemplate, appreciate A curio of shoes to display A curio of time to dismay art:Continue reading “Petulant”
Solace
My mind, ripped from fantasy like a child from its mother’s arms, searches frantically for an escape from reality back into dream and solace; wherein the darkness anonymous am I, while the banquet of my soul takes place with loathing, sorrow, and guilt gorging upon misery and me art: by Eric Lacombe
Abundant
Sunlight sparkles whispered through windblown autumn leaves Hidden buried treasures found forgotten in the trees An abundant wealth embraced within nature’s loving limbs Amidst the gentle rustle of windblown autumn hymns art: by Olivia Mae Pendergast
Deviate
Too young to fear the coming jeer from a host of bitter grey Left unprepared when venom flared for living her own way She would deviate and elevate to rise above the horde Then was ostracized and lobotomized for striking her own chord So she hid the fire and bid the pyre to keep herContinue reading “Deviate”
Wasted words
He writhes and tries beneath the watchful oaken knots bleeding down the panderous wooden doors They silently listen to his silence, but react only to the tumult of enamourous heartbeats behind their truer sides Imperfections in the window panes warp his warped view of the painful imperfections he’s been shown Dissecting his reflection, and othersContinue reading “Wasted words”
Not be
The searing reminders of innate fallibility, subconscious pillars of darkness wept, supporting the crumbling azure high Recurring rejection in sobering plentitude, feigned adulation for favors in the interim, naught but nothing remains There’s no escaping the erubescent sear, holding sway beneath the eyes, from consuming the hymns of songbirds There’s no escaping the being inContinue reading “Not be”
Lissome
The lissome scapegrace weaved through the unsuspecting crowd, availing himself – with nimble, starving fingers – of their precious look-the-other-ways and more-valuable-than-hims art: Journal of Social History
Mellifluous
Gentle commands mellifluously poured from her tongue, but the words melted in her throat when he devoured her glistening, ambrosia lips art: Perfil de la pasión by Malcolm T. Liepke *07.07.18.14.44
Mad Kate
A severe widow’s peak favoring aquilinity, nested over a murder of crow’s feet clawing at her eye’s marge, with fresh, lunatically hewn laugh lines creasing her etiolated countenance, these lineaments on her face presaged those on the page; her fingers vomited words in widow speak, while anoesis urged the violence in her closing strokes andContinue reading “Mad Kate”
Exposure
Overdeveloped and underexposed, she’s an unclear picture photo: by Sandra
Silenced
He tires of the magmatic struggle, the viscid tiger crawl of liquid basalt enveloping his head; The vertiginous plume consuming his vision in a latticework of soot, smoke, and sorrow; The thermic surge, a thigmotropistic urge, seeking to enflame his fuming faculties; The sweltering seduction of fervid lips, brushing his cheeks to glowing rubescence; AContinue reading “Silenced”
Conniption
Bleeding out from self-inflicted conniptions Deafened by the ear-shattering report of rage Jabbing and stabbing, craving and staving A shudder in the stillness of vespertine Another epilogue, for another volume on impuissance Midnight eyes, rain clouds in her sky, staring at the ceiling Asphyxiating words dying in the air Reaching out from self-constriction, limply hangingContinue reading “Conniption”
Serendipity
On a train bound for serendipity, sitting alone in a compartment for two art: Rain, Steam and Speed by Joseph Mallord William Turner
Emphatically
With thinly veiled testosteronic verse, you think it’s poetic prose, but you’re just a poetic poser Thrusting your priapic pentameter rather erratically, flexing your lazy wrist and tumescence emphatically You think the louder you write, the more they will listen, show them your manliness, force your muscle to glisten well word slinger, words linger wellContinue reading “Emphatically”
Obtusion
Obreptitious obtusion, a brume blurring periphery, turbid blinders marshaling the focus of roaming attentions; phosphenes dancing for distraction, a seductive temptation to engage mental vacuity; his defense mechanism hiding horrors and masking merriment – horrors in their own right; zoomorphologically thrusting his head into the sands of time, waiting for the remains of his bodyContinue reading “Obtusion”
Obtuse
he thinks he thinks outside the tesseract, since a box has too few of the right angles; he must be obtuse, he never knows how to act and it’s never acute when his tongue tangles *I sincerely apologize to anyone who has read this art: hypercube by Gian Luigi Delpin
Careless rant
To care, about anything; anything in everything, looking for a reason; a propensity for nihilism, but without really caring if there is a purpose; thinking in circles, corralling the dragonflies through rings of fire, writing one down before one of you expires; anhedonic submission, blank stares, habitual nods, and smiles seconds late; forgetting to beContinue reading “Careless rant”
Plethora
A plethora of paths before him, dubitation stayed his stride; in remorseful torpidity he could only watch, as fear always tread in his stead art: Last Self Portrait as a Dying Man by Théodore Géricault
Stoplight
Paused beneath the red stoplight’s luminance; lulled by the engine’s purr on a dark, drizzly morning; a blood-splattered, noctilucent mist reflects across the untended windshield, and he thinks of her photo by: me!
Notorious
Hers was a notorious disease, crippling. The lamb’s slaughter for most, the lion’s share for those whose madness was brought to bear; until they too were brought to slaughter. An existential blemish, she found nary equipoise nor heartsease in her quotidian quiescence. An only child sans a brother’s stillbirth, whom she always supposed was theContinue reading “Notorious”
Mystical
Love, a spellbinding; when then the incantations abruptly end; what remains is the shockwave of a mystical ensorcellment nettling an atavistic hunger to consume that which is beyond the comprehension of the charmed; an addiction to the enchantment who answers no worship, obeys no ritual, and rewards no sacrifice; it grants only the illusion thatContinue reading “Mystical”
Vehemently
The ghosts insist, in the vilest vehemence, that he lay down his arms in obeisant fealty; the spirits spin the marionette, until he’s bound by his own sinew, in the edge of their favorite room; the spectres spread the pall in a sinister flourish, over the tremor in his deadened eyes; the past whispers heart-haltingContinue reading “Vehemently”
Epiphany
An ineluctable epiphany taints the morning air breathability, a noxious duality bearing curiosity and causality; too inquisitive to mould his nascent suitability, too unmoulded to warrant the necessity of equanimity; a purgatory of instability, his isolation and its unsustainability, embrace taciturnity or be silenced for all eternity; a boiling proclivity perturbs the surface of moralityContinue reading “Epiphany”
Lost
She picks dead flowers to spare seeing them die She shuns happiness for fear the feeling wanes She keeps herself lost to hide that no one searches art: Ophelia by John William Waterhouse
Thin
It’s thin. The paper lying before him, and the paperweight’s skin resting upon it; the depth of the graphite pressed into the albus page with the apathetic exigency of have-tos and owe-it-to-thems; the kerning and strokes of the languid letters barely scoring its surface; the flimsy wording and porous reasoning behind a veil of half-heartedContinue reading “Thin”
Final fling
She bore the syringe of melancholy to a flirtatious vein, anticipating the sanguine swirl, and desperate for her final fling
Rock and a star place
Constantly pulled into one direction, confined to a pale blue dot, rotating madness beneath twinkling, watchful eyes; forced into submission amongst the beauty and the beasts, a natural penitentiary of providence protecting the universe from undesirable conquest, torturing by temptation with the escape beyond reach; caught between a rock and a star place, ever resignedContinue reading “Rock and a star place”
Dahlia
Dahlia layers, a flowering fractality Repeating redolence of sensual scents A silken shroud of multitudinousness Fragility in exquisite equilibrium Petals cascading from a pivotal universe Floral fireworks on a spherical sojourn Lustrous lava flows consuming its core Centric waves of satin, ad infinitum Perpetually pulchritudinous perfection art: by Jackie Jacobson
The writing’s on the hand
Staring at textures of skin and light, shadows and scars, painted across a topography of vein and bone, he sees an age-worn, sorrow-torn, hirsute surface whose rivulets unerringly circulate life that remains teasingly beyond his grasp; out of reach, this life, with its promise and potential, augurs riverbeds run dry, fortunes forever lost, and theContinue reading “The writing’s on the hand”
Autumnal eternity
Taught she was beautiful before humility could root Indoctrinated by her birth on a pedestal too high She was an innocent sapling set on a dying course Abscission befell her heart to protect the whole As people shed from her life, more then pruned away Sacrificing her sanity in autothysic carnage All that endures isContinue reading “Autumnal eternity”
Interstice
Immured in the interstice between wakeful and wishful, with whispers overwhelming howls, cecity surmounting reality, and madness marauding hope art: Evening Ceremonies by James Gleeson
Zombie
a destructive maelstrom of sudden revelation, cast her into disarray centrifugal reactions over violent questions of her love, recherché irrational repudiation of secret somethings, a cognitive decomposition taciturn demeanour of nods and nothings, left cause as pretermission confiding in no one, granting no absolution, thus rendered dead inside chaotic incredulity, marked mental devolution, unliving thusContinue reading “Zombie”
Dead things
In this corner do dead things dwell; a stygian hollow hidden from his heart lest weeping abet ablution; a decaying hoard for self-inflicted reminiscences; algor mortis befell roseate osculations, lying cracked & cold, sans sweet nothings & passionate everythings, mere spavined archways of ancient ruins; sobriquets foreign to him, forgotten toxins that no longer dripContinue reading “Dead things”
Yesterday
Yesterday was bad Today even worse That tomorrow now taunts Is the epitome of perverse art: Persephones Scream by Margarita Georgiadis
She’ll never know
Wonderstruck, she beheld her kingdom Incomprehensible, the path of her ascendancy In the sempiternal pause of a heartbeat A king’s inscrutable command for his princess, or a father’s incoherent rhapsody for his daughter She’ll never know Her two greatest loves vanquished in a breath, and now she looks out upon the other A commoner, noContinue reading “She’ll never know”
Xerox
all around they’re ever prevalent with appetites insatiable it happened without warning taking something irreplaceable the elaborate soulless gadgets our essential evil phones just fabricate xerox copies of toxic mindless drones they devour time so priceless between fingers tightly folding dragooning devilish devices while there’re human hands worth holding we’re slaves of our own makingContinue reading “Xerox”
Zugzwang
Turbid sludge coerced through ever constricting jugulars, thickening with peculiar particulates; a dreamcatcher gallows whereby esperance was strung until still, whose relics there yet hang in derision of their host; spectres of malcontent haunting in compunctious preoccupation, an arterial ossuary of sacramental wolfsbane coagulated in bloodwine; a straitjacket of skin taut to tearing, confining theContinue reading “Zugzwang”
Wordless
he turned the corner, a slow maudlin gait what is he thinking, a sick father’s fate his head low hanging, collecting his thought perhaps he’s tricking, this large morbid lot always the teaser, his typical ploys surely the answer, we’re gullible toys burning subsides with, new hesitant hope he steps within reach, wordless I copeContinue reading “Wordless”
Dirge
Inward dirge, humility’s mile… Mantric disdain, recalibrated for insanity, a congeries of bone and flesh where then hatred dwells; Cords of frazil – twisted ruby liquorice – taut, icy ribbons transporting choler; Systolic tensions reverberate in echoic pizzicato, timed percussions for this soul’s requiem in æternum; Quiescent imprecations chivying volatile verses into concussive choruses; AContinue reading “Dirge”
Bluebells
Wading in a bucolic ocean, petals lapping at her ankles, buoyed by its redolence while gentle breezes send wavelets through an eternity of bluebells
Fragility
A storm too violent, perception’s pitch and yaw – rudderless, directionless, captainless – nigh sea shoals bethink me of our vessels’ fragility art: Ships in Distress in a Raging Storm by Ludolf Backhuysen
Vampire
it isn’t need it isn’t just it’s purely fetish a wanton lust the master calls a fugue befalls heightened senses for walking palls she draws them in through promised sin playful teases ‘fore tearing skin when comes the blood priapic flood consuming all throws husk to mud her weakness red desire bled though needn’t feedContinue reading “Vampire”
Crestfallen
crestfallen, he surrenders unto his pen, evermore
Untidy
Untidy mind, third eye blind Whence comes the madness, then she opined… Toxic optic epic otic basic logic ethic stoic mimic gimmick tragic tactic ethnic critic septic civic cleric mystic telic fistic frantic antic manic panic graphic traffic drastic plastic Can’t escape the stress bombastic art: Deliberation by Mario Sanchez Nevado
Unfishing
Lonely man on the pier, for what does he fish? He hasn’t bait, nor his line cast; how can he fish? Unengaged and uninspired, he no longer fishes
Nothing
When he was gone, no light then dimmed; he was dark where there was darkness, silent when there was silence, and nothing in what was everything
Limerence
Dark limerence, she thought it not, a lustful muse, an artist sought What happens then, she’s not to blame, her dark passenger feels the same For art she sits, once taken in, the other paints in scarlet sin One a killer, one lets her kill, leaving naught but painter still Lone seductress, cleaved discrete, eachContinue reading “Limerence”
Tree
Oh dearest tree your strength I claim, to bedeck your bough is why I came E’ry branch of life a task I’ve failed, thus here I’ll swing in peace unveiled art: Hanging tree by BigFace
Sharpener
The handwriting is already on the wall His razors needn’t a sharpener at all
Rarity
How fleeting becomes his rare fulfillment and happiness… art: by Eric Lacombe
Ophilia
Cecilia paused. She could never remember their names. Perhaps she is never told; perhaps she is made to forget. Briefly wondering how many have come and gone, she then decides that names are ultimately inconsequential, before lamenting sotto voce, “What’s in a name…” They are only labels. She’d been given many labels by the therapists,Continue reading “Ophilia”
Redirections
Of myriad failures on a quixotic road, perhaps my most egregious offense was allowing the unscrupulous to redirect me into a decathectical existence; despite those paths that have crossed me, there must be decent individuals; they with hitherto asymptotic paths to my own…
Reality
Don’t let the size of the star pinched between your fingertips blind you to the reality of reaching for the sky art: The Old Astonomer by Charlie Bowater
Rules
he followed the rules, of the bespoken tools others would break them, he’s a foretoken fool he squandered each day, by obeying the fray a prisoner of self, ever losing his way he wasted each night, no voice for his plight no answers would come, no choice but to write he’d never feel peace, asContinue reading “Rules”
Quiet
it is the quiet, and how it smothers internal voices, there are no others its probing tendrils, explore the spaces between the screaming, ‘fore it debases in a reminder, through its oppression he’d be alone if, not for obsession so in the silence, when hearing echoes of voices screaming, their final death throes he cursesContinue reading “Quiet”
Snapdragons
From somber repose the snapdragons roared to the welkin at the tempest’s behest; a sea of vermilion, in sudden mindfulness, wailing to the sky desperate to soar
Negotiate
He’ll negotiate the curves tires squealing in the heat Until her engine roars and she takes the driver’s seat art: nuit d’été by Christophe Kro
Integrity
His mind lacks an integral incorporation to be a contribution to sprawling society, its integrity weakened by saints and sinners, lay splintered in vague dormition An autodidactically caliginous brume festers this dibilitating, deleterious haze; a cataract of anamnesis and presence, an opalescent lens opaquely eshewing rose Fostering his subversively caducous reality of acquaintances and acquiescences,Continue reading “Integrity”
Plastic
She thought it was fantastic her thin smile always plastic And gained many sycophants who just wanted in her pants Thought their admiration real that she had real sex appeal Her heart’s what would truly show hidden plots, intentions faux She teased to keep them at bay so she then could have her way RatherContinue reading “Plastic”
Obligation
She adores, to her, the gifts he brings When he frees her mind on colorful wings She prizes the warmth when given his kiss The highlight each day that she’d never miss She treasures his calming her current vexation He’s always found nurturing her nascent fixation And she worships the sting of his luscious touchContinue reading “Obligation”
Goodbye
Her wordless withdrawal was swallowed by the groan of the closing door; creeping up his spine, it delivered a haunting death rattle to his ear After the door’s throes died away, after the last echo of its final lament, he whispered, in eloquence only brevity has mastered, Goodbye art: Der Blick by Edward B. Gordon
Negative
Negative ever feeds negative it’s a perpetual emotion machine Akin to ouroboros of its tail its insatiablity, destructive, obscene Negative ever seeds negative sowing discord in the susceptible mind To some a mere curiosity, while gardens bloom in the positively blind Negative ever bleeds negative ambrosia always collecting its toll Plumbing the depths of itsContinue reading “Negative”
Gallivant
From street to street he’d gallivant Surreptitious recalcitrant He’d hunt the ladies of the night From shadows dark and mind of blight His lust for lives need not the sun Jack of his trade, master of one They who dwelt Whitechapel way Read the news and in fear they’d lay Whores and strippers their chancesContinue reading “Gallivant”
The pond
Of my reflection in the pond I’m struck by its emptiness The cold stare of the water the solitude, the loneliness A two dimensional image with a form nonexistent An odd absence of sparkle yet sorrowfully persistent The eyes they burn soulless as they stare back at me The water, of course, lacks any realContinue reading “The pond”
Money
To treasure she clung, yet sorrow became Her soul fell empty, not winning the game In desperation, her wealth she gave ‘way And to her surprise, joy lifted the grey Still driven by greed, happiness her fix She never imagined, such pleasure in nix Tireless she gave, until naught was left To all the poorContinue reading “Money”
Laughter
Deep within a well of ink A nib of sin alone I sink My eye shan’t pierce this darkened veil My hand shan’t shift this wooden jail I call to all but none returned Can no one hear whence I’m interned The lid held fast by iron spike And lined with silk or something likeContinue reading “Laughter”
Conversation
He lent for hours a sympathetic ear, to the moans and groans of the lonely floor, endeavouring to sustain the one-sided conversation, and usurp the furtive madness awaiting for the obmutescent lull art: Imaginings by Jeanne Bessette
Satin
her satin tongue ere ever sprung wefts and warps lies to be strung ‘hind silken maw and tightened jaw her needle guards pierce red and raw it’s her defense and recompense a loving heart the pain immense so shifting eye and shifting lie will weave the tales but then deny she’ll not devolve instead absolveContinue reading “Satin”
Precipice
An asomatous plea beckoned him to the rocky ledge; the lustful spindrift, the destructive waves, a more luculent tongue he could not remember art: Standing on the precipice by Jeanne Bessette
Flabbergasted
He stood flabbergasted in the open entryway, darkening a threshold he never again thought he’d cross, frantically searching the room with as yet adjusted eyes Backlit by dusk before it drew its curtain closed, silhouettes of deadheaded roses were strewn upon the table, casting long, hateful shadows of short, loving memories The censorious scissors layContinue reading “Flabbergasted”
Pearls of wisdom
The sanguine dreams flowing from her, final wishes she never shared, would dewet into pearls of crimson wisdom for which no one ever cared *06.01.18.08.24
Stepping stones
With but a smile thereafter, she made him clumsily stumble over the very words that he once used as stepping stones to her heart art: The Kiss by J.R.Slattum
Retrospective
Mired in retrospection nary a decision could be made Wired by circumspection never in progression will he wade Fired upon synapses ignite the trangression with a spark Pyred within memories candlelight suppression now it’s dark Gyred by apparitions haunting reparations end is nigh Tired of self-reflection willful separation time to fly art: The Apotheosis ofContinue reading “Retrospective”
Ragdoll
See the words it writes, interest piqued What says things such as this, in this way Tentatively, first from afar, engage this Ragdoll Watch it, jab it, pick it up for examination Unabashed, no concern for ramification Curiosity overwhelms, it’s such an unusual Ragdoll Does it communicate, try it, see what happens It does! ItsContinue reading “Ragdoll”
Broken
Stained glass, handmade Rufescent shades in shattered blades Red arroyo running deep In hemoglobic homily A broken mirror of nonpareil odium Despise the two derisive eyes staring back Seething sotto voce, curses and hatred Handmade stained glass, picture putrid Spur of the moment, spurn of the moment Now the eyes, they number seven In bloodshotContinue reading “Broken”
-1
Of course he can see the light, who couldn’t in its desperation to be seen With its ebullient throes of light-waving and self-congratulating brilliance And while admittedly often appealing on the surface, it is his predilection to hold judgement, preferring to peer into its concomitant shadow for clarity If there’s a silver-lining to every cloudContinue reading “-1”
They say he finds
Abrading his eyelids with callous frustration, was enough to draw him away from a particularly potent painting of suicidal ideation Pain has that effect, but it shares the burden of cause, as well; whether physically or emotionally, it buries its claws quick-deep in both Two sides of an allusive illusion eluding elucidation They say, ifContinue reading “They say he finds”
Forsaken by
Forsaken by love Forsaken by woe Forsaken by friend Forsaken by foe Forsaken by goodness Forsaken by badness Forsaken by sanity Forsaken by madness Forsaken by dream Forsaken by living Forsaken by nightmare Forsaken by giving Forsaken by everything Forsaken by one thing In the end I’ll be Forsaken by nothing
Ceremony
He hears her before he sees her, garrulously babbling from inside the drive-thru window Poor decisions, or unfortunate circumstances, unceremoniously brought her to their employ; skills lost to anachrony – or having none to speak of – she had no choice, she has to live… He supposes She was macilent, nearly emaciated, with grey croppedContinue reading “Ceremony”
Famous
he is famous inside his head it matters not if ever true it’s perhaps why he was bred to be famous-er than you strangers fawn and pamper him then oddly hit him with a quiz from their smile and on a whim they ask him who someone is but somehow he always knows he brings joy toContinue reading “Famous”
The din
The unexpected presence of a new voice rose through his darkened din; it is crystalline and promising, frightening and unobtainable Wayward imagination will choose its usual ruse ere he’s disabused; one for which he unerringly falls, evidenced by his halls of fancied fallacies Is that simple gullibility or blind intractability? Is it desperate esperance orContinue reading “The din”
Doppelgänger
A doppelgänger cask Rests deep beneath his skin Like Schrödinger’s famed flask It seeps poison deep within A doctor throughout the day Who bears a vastly darker side Tries to hold this fiend at bay One he knows he cannot Hyde While sanity’s held inside his soul To admit madness he was loath Never knowingContinue reading “Doppelgänger”
Notes of madness
She was the charmer and the snake and the basket case, dancing to notes of madness that only she could hear art: Voluptas by Franz von Lenbach
Archaic
The archaic arachnid her fangs are protracted hunts from her foul lair with guile and tongue acrid Beneath cirith ungol fed by the wretch smeagol exchanged for protection from mordor and its evil Then baggins was brought there by gollum who could not bear that the hobbit held precious and the ambush, quite unfair ButContinue reading “Archaic”
Whispers and wails
How somber the breeze who pushes the abandoned swing, lamenting an unforgotten friend with soothing whispers and unbridled wails
Guilty
He marvels before the irony, feeling guilty for the guilt; he knows, surely, that it is the guilt keeping him alive, an aphrodisiac and a bane staying his executioner’s hand Warning of the wreckage wrought, aware of the afterthought, that this poison in its wake would spread plague- like through the innocent veins of theContinue reading “Guilty”
tsk tsk tsk
tsk tsk tsk wagged the metronome who watched over her delicate hand ting ting ting sang the ivory as she taunted the sweet baby grand no no no seethed the pedagogue he was a talentless, ignorant fool sob sob sob rang the little girl forced alone with the tutor so cruel psst psst psst whisp’dContinue reading “tsk tsk tsk”
Morning flower
He rests the white flower in its waiting vase Vaugely smiling upon the brown, darkened soil Then sets the arrangement in its hallowed place And waters the morning garden, ever so loyal At once a thunderous storm begins brewing And sets to air an aroma that he could hug So lovely, he can’t help ‘foreContinue reading “Morning flower”
Pretty smiles, pretty walks
When he’s distracted – by a pretty smile or pretty walk – when ego has distracted id, he senses the existential moments Moments when his evanesce into periphery isn’t paramount; he’s inconspicuous in a spotlight, living amongst the living Not a shadowed pock at its center, quaquaversally thrusting hands with fingers of hands in fractalContinue reading “Pretty smiles, pretty walks”
Awkward
Deeply darkly Drowned in doubt Always awkward Anxious about Feel of fear From friend and foe Always angry Afterglow Cautious coward Cannot cope Haunted hollow Hiding hope Languished life Lacks love to lend Early exit Everlasting end
Welcome mat
Her serrated scissor smile bares auriferous caps and barely concealed rubies on artificially plump lips, as she pours pyrite pleasantries over late night, lamplit sidewalks and creeping, drive-by lechery She’s made threats of paper dolls to ensnare desperate secret keepers into paying for secrets and keeping nothing else, and spit out flurries of giant snowflakesContinue reading “Welcome mat”
