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

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Poetry Wednesday – Black Halo

Black Halo

Black halo dangling
From my violin
When did it arrive
What purpose will
It bring as I play
Summoning demons
And less sinister entities
To my passions, to my veins
No shame in the purpose
In the blood adorning
The strings, keepers of sin
Decorating the form of a
Black halo dangling
From my violin
Swinging delicately
In time as I play
Summoning the past
The future I devour

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

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