When I fall asleep grief guides me to the realm of unworthy dreams and secret fears
When I’m asleep you cover my body like fine sheets You wrap your cotton tongue around my woozy mind You hold my spine in a soft grip pressed against your abysmal creases never wanting me to leave Soothing my longing with only your rustling breath and crushing weight
When I wake up you’re a ghost hiding in the billowing field of my piercing nerves Waiting for me to rest my head again as grief never leaves my shaky bones
(Hi Amelia. I’d like to submit this one only with my initials K.O.M. I’m not fealing comfortable enough (yet) revealing my blog name. If you have questions or suggestions please feel free to contact me. Also please don’t publish my e-mail address. Thank you.)
The thrashing storm from boiling clouds descend upon my brain from an unknown place,
they have the intent to kill,
to kill every good thought and warm feeling my body latches on to.
With my mind drenched and exhausted,
i let go and allow numbness to overtake me,
to cripple me,
forcing my body to wrack with the sobs that seem to come from nowhere.
Whats wrong you ask,
if only i knew.
Seeing the twinkle of a thousand stars
Adorn eyes ,blinking, blue
Capturing the breaths of every soul
With just a smile, a laugh, how could you
Not realise true beauty
As it forms willingly
On your china doll face
With every crinkle and contour
I can’t help thinking
That if you were a flower,
Each petal perfect in its purity
We would all be leaves
Obscured by true perfection but too
In awe of you
Is why i stare
It’s so easy how you miss everything
It’s easy to miss the way your nine year old dog looks at you
It’s easy to miss your grandma
It’s easy to miss how your back yard wasn’t just a back yard
But it was your sandbox
It was your jungle gym
It was where your first dog hid behind those bushes
It was when you told your Mom no because your Dad was going out of town
It’s easy to miss that you had a dram last night.
You were in your home and you dreamt that someone came in your room, held your arms down, and tried to kill you. And you tried to breath. You were suffocated. Wishing, praying for breath. Please could he not kill me, one more breath.
And yet it was so wrong, because how many times did you pray for death?
30 times, at least?
No cuts, just suffocation. And lost of memory.
It’s easy to give things up to education, or choices
It’s easy to pretend things are good with your sister and that you don’t smoke
It’s easy to pretend this wasn’t done in the shadows
It’s easy to pretend this wasn’t hand written
On a grill
And you didn’t just blow away a cockroach
It’s easy to pretend
To this poems initiation
Usually the first line sparks a conversation
But blank and dumb my time is quickly wasting
Im trying to pinch punch and push procrastination
Head back eyes up
Fiendishly fishing for memories among my thoughts oceans
I dive in
To blue and silver dreams
Memories stir, clear and blurred,
sea of imagination.
Amidst my exploration
Exploding colours like bangers ignites my deepend vision.
I see bright lights blinding rays.
Ideas igniting ideas fuels up my motivation.
And i know why
Its because I see you
a floating memory,
I remember you.
So core emotions move me
So without delay
I put pen to paperto preserve my mental pace
A poetic alchemist
I will have your mind twisted
By lyrical majestics
Literary witchery from my psyche leave you demented
Creative metrical compositions my minds alerted
Because I am
A lexical idiomic linguistic illusionist
I can alter your mind and emotion by the magic of language
So never ever think that a poesis stands for weakness
Our strength sits on our lips. Through the words by which we speak.
By Renee Thompson
Keys part 1 - the angelic magician of the air
The Sultry seduction subliminal to the naïve mind of a girl who writhes for loves touch.
His hands. Palms up, wide open as he spreads his arms like wings to cuddle the innocent
Are the silent begs of the naïve.
his pouted lips blow smooth kisses on the napes of her neck.
The wooing words whispered softly appeasing the spirit
Alighting a spark in the naives stomach.
the slow soft blows steadily increases it swoops
til the wind triggers the spark to spread like wild fire through her body whole.
A new fire energy covered in pleasant heat sensations like cayenne pepper to the tongue.
Like a warm breeze stroking all corners of a free body, she speaks
“Let it spiral around me and caress me whole til my eyes close and I am taken up towards the sky”.
Free but under control?
Free as in the illusion.
The trick that was caste upon her so.. so…
Why did the friendly cool breeze morph into the breeze of a storm like an enemy?
As she is high and she looks down at the cumulus clouds changing its faces, changing its air.
She in mid-flight still in the arms of the angelic deceiver wonders
“How did I allow my mind and physical to be the magicians volunteer so easily? “ Why?”
He Smothers her.
As the fog blinds her sight and her minds sight leaving her confused; vulnerability.
Whilst the drones and rumbles of thunder, shakes her as it bites more aggressive and menacing,
Her eyes like a tide begin to well up , thus her tears like rain began a heavy down pour. She speaks.
“Angelic deceiver as the cold night air of the desert, please don’t leave me. Despite foul play.
Don’t leave me cold.
If indeed I fall from this very height,
would you make me fall hard? Like acorn to concrete? Broken?
Or would you be so kind to let me fall like a leaf to moist grass in autumn?”
As the naïve girl lay on fields of cotton, she looked upwards to the sky as the air around her softens.
Whilst the winds last gentle brush upon her cheek leaves
If I had been stubborn like the roots of an oak, would the wind have followed behind me?
Would the angelic air stay to please for the sakes of us both rather than himself?
Her yearns to feel love was much too strong and thus caused her to be easy like the change in seasons.
Only wants to feel loved.
She speaks. “Why can’t I just feel like I’m loved?”
By Renee Thompson
I hate the way you make me feel, I hate the things you do.
I hate the laugh you always fake, I hate every inch of you.
I hate your grin, even worse your smile, your eyes, your nose, they’re all so vile.
You make my thoughts spin out of control, I doubt you even have a soul.
I hate the way your life’s a mess, I even hate the way you dress.
I hate it when you say you’re done, I hate the fact that you’re the one.
I hate that we’re a perfect fit, I hate the fucking way you sit, you walk ,you talk,
you make me cringe, the things you do send me a twinge.
I hate that I can’t leave for good, even though I really should.
I hate the way I love you so, I wish these feelings all would go,
and melt down like a winters snow. But that’ll never happen, no.
I hate the way I love you.
The pieces float in the wind, each fragment a portrait in its own right, a tumultuous canvas that you can only see if you are in pieces too, floating through the stratosphere, blazing like a diamond and hoping for the best.