Poetry Wednesday – Music Box

Music Box

Music box twinkling out
Its final death wailing
Delicate banshee for
My ears only while I
Twirl on, final moments
Chasing me down
Pull at my limbs
Eager shadows in devour
Of my fluid nature
Across a thorny dance floor
Music box plays on
Its final death wailing
Delicate banshee for
My ear only while
I twirl on, leaving crimson
Splattering about my sides
Eager shadows in devour
Of my dying nature
Across a fading dance floor

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Poetry Wednesday – Turn

Turn

Turn the night green
Wash it clean in absinthe
Pouring out from eyes
Lost sight of justification
Longer than nighttime
When stars arise
Silver paint across
Night tattered unclean
Turn the night green
Wash it clean in absinthe
Just to hear it scream

Poetry Wednesday – Rougarou

Rougarou

The enemy shared
Betwixt our hearts
Calls home the Rougarou
Glass souls calling out
Our names in hex
One less immolation
To worry over in delivery
As we ascend offerings
Must appease Rougarou
Feasting along riverbeds
Flow through soon forgotten
The enemy shared
Betwixt our hearts
Plucked and presented forth
To the maw of Rougarou

Poetry Wednesday – My Roots

My Roots

From the ashes at my roots
Of my thorns descending
I will find restoration
Once upon a melody
Driving me into traditions
I never knew but know so
Well as I sway to commands
Familiar as my own name
Icy and lovely while the end
Calls me sweetly to sleep
On battlefields growing darker
With each sweep of my roots
Through the blood soaked soil
Giving way to piles of ash

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 24

Permanent Ice

My braids tangle
Keep me trapped
Weighted down beneath
Permanent ice
Still alive I holler
Into hallowed grounds
Above, below
Only to echo against
My braids tangle
Choking as they wrap
Keep me trapped
Weighted down beneath
Permanent ice
Still alive I holler
Unable to break through
Into hallowed grounds
Above or below

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 17

Succumb

Have we succumb
Madness on wrong sides
Of a shotgun promise
Redemption never to come
Only licks of insanity
Deserters choosing bullets
Choosing sides that have not
A name to claim
While we succumb
Madness on wrong sides
Of a shotgun lurking

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 10

Essence

The essence of confusion
Revealed in my faults
When I desperately want
Want to heal without
Erasing who I have become
Even if it isn’t what I
Wanted in all I envisioned
Leaving me wondering
What am I in a world
Without the faults I
See as my own being
The essence of confusion
Where I do belong
Revealed in my fault lines
When I desperately want
Want to heal without
Erasing who I am