New Poems for Class. Thought I'd Share.

Noir

I check the magazine
Every last bullet in place
And I wait with much patience
To discharge every last one of them in
Your villainous face.

Click, click,

Boom.

My Secrets are My Own.

Darkness is the path I choose.
To lie in it – Bathe in it.
I am a passenger of the
Shadows. The voice that wakes you
From your reality.

I am not saddened I do
Not have a grave.

I am but a tormented soul among

Men – the dead call to me from

Their graves. Why are we
Confined to the troughs
Of this forsaken terrain?

I am the one who

decided their fate.

Remorse?
Remorse.
There is no time for such

Frivolous things.

As I Decay

I gurgle up noises meant to be heard

Through lips flaked with white
And dribbled in crimson.
No one hears my pointless pleas
For pity and needed purification.
I feel the maggots in my
Entrails, writhing and churning
And devouring my being.
A pilgrimage from the gangrene

In my extremities… to the heart.

Parasites are nothing new

Nor is the pain

Or waiting for my own demise.

Poetry Writing

Just stuff I've written for my poetry class. :P

Serial Killer

The mourning breaks

The house quakes

And he awakes to see

What shakes his

Entire world – it takes.

He sees the disease
behind the trees

And it leaves these

Bumps and heaves –

His woman grieves

When she misconceives

The conception of a child

The deception drives her wild

Rejection, no, not mild –

Her womb, a hostile tomb

Fails to bloom, but rather

Dooms the nameless whom

Never assume their own

Little rooms –

But rather loom

In a place without a

Trace. Their souls

Patrol the bell that

Tolls and wait to extol

When they become whole,

But they stroll and they

Scroll about the

Lives forever

Stole.

Fallen Crusade

The carousel finally slows
To a stop as the sky

Bursts and plunges onto

The bodies that lay in

The trenches of the earth.

Scavengers celebrate as

They dance between

Echoes and remains

Of the past that broke the hearts

Of the unborn.

My soul now hangs

On the pulpit in front of

My fallen soldiers like

An antique wedding dress

After an intimate

Suicide.

Hi

I made this blog for class. Hopefully I'll use it... but I've not really kept up with my blogging for quite awhile. Maybe things will change. Until then... I'm going to sleep.
Its 5am. I'm tired. Good Night. haha :)