Poetry Wednesday – Words Elude

Words Elude

Exact words elude

Swim around in my coffee

Cooling rapidly beside paper

Determined to be more

More than blank on this day

Where ink runs and hides

For the words have interests

Elsewhere, anywhere but here

With them and the paper

Better to swim and sink

Into the coffee grounds

Than make marks of the heart

Visible for all to read

Exact words elude

Swim around in my coffee

Patterns they make just as lovely

As the ones they could make

With ink on the paper beside

My coffee cup’s forlorn nature

A sentinel on my desk in wait

For more to come soon enough

Even as exact words elude

Poetry Wednesday – Strigoi

Strigoi

Strigoi seeking me out
As I run from, run to
Downy softness of my bed
Drenched in blood long forgotten
Still dripping down to floorboards
Warped like dreams of escape
Fascinating in experimental essence
Roaming around unguarded misguided
As I run to, run from
Strigoi seeking me out
In general torrid necrophilia
Brighter than the morgue’s steel
Surrounding me in glimmers
Dance like stars in night
Behind my closing eyes slowly
As I run to, run from
Downy softness of my bed

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 8

Pinned

Shield my face from
A million things I
Wanted to say, to save
Within my tears I
Brought to accentuate demise
Breaking along my calves
Bruising and bleeding myself
Dry to hide lies of others
Pinned too long in my insides
Struggle to remove them
Pins pierce and prick in
Their eager vengeance
Wanting to stay as my flaws
When I just want to be
The song inside lingering
Beneath others’ lies

NaPoWriMo 2020 – Day 1

Falling Asleep

Falling asleep while my mind
Wanders into the night sky
Lit by bright stars burning
Through the shadows lurking
Deeper inside than anticipated
Losing count of the memories
I wish to replace, rid myself of
I tried so hard to run away
Run away into the night sky
Only to be denied by my own
Hubris, shortcomings I never
Saw stalking me in the ends
Ribbons weaving together to
Tie me a noose for my mind
As I fall asleep once more
Wandering into the night sky

Poetry Wednesday – Written

Written

Move through the motions
Hear me not … nothing more
Than an inked screaming
On curling notebook paper
Lined in bleeding blue
Where my tears may have
Fallen down without permission
Into my little church of
Written solace
Where only I hear the terror
The torment of the darkness
Creeping about my essence
So hungry for lasting agonies
No matter my efforts to
Break free from this
Moving through the motions
So no one truly sees
Scars creating my notebook