Brittle specks of bone float along the air
A splash of pink on the horizon, gold shining from the sun.
Flesh so soft and cold, too lifeless to care
A bitter way to die for one who was so young.
Frozen fingers clutch a man who is no longer there
His mind escaped his splattered skull, the final dance is done.
His eyes now empty sockets save for his lifeless stare
A lonely man stands above him, not sure if he has won.
I love it. Very violent, very cool! Nicely done, nicely done indeed...
Rather horrific imagery. I also love it.
Thanks (I think?) Haha
Over The Edge
Flex your wings
Snap your bones
Feel the blood
Trickle down your spine.
Close your eyes
Embrace the wind
Wrap your toes
Over the edge.
Open your mouth
Lick your lips
Inhale the scent
Of imminent decline.
Spread your legs
Tilt back your head
Crack your fingers
Step over the edge
And fly away.
Amazing how much you can say in so few words. Love your work.
Thanks. I haven't written poetry for a while. Just finished the first draft of my manuscript. I think I am in an odd mood at the moment. I'm writing angry poetry, but I think that's just because I'm poor and jobless haha can't really afford rent. But oh well, the show must go on!
love both the recent two.
I know how you feel on the poor and jobless!
Being poor and jobless sucks! But I do have a HR intern-ship coming up =D
So I've started sending my manuscript around...fingers crossed....although I have my doubts.
Can anyone stop a heart with words?
Are words poison if you speak them to the wrong hands?
Can you write a letter that can drain the tears from someone's eyes?
Is is so bad to tell your love you're deaf to their heartbeat?
Can anyone fight a war without swords?
Is a heart made of blood pumping life into a soul?
Can you trap a love like a spider in a web?
Why would you want to, anyway?
Is this life, dancing in the light, dancing without footsteps, dancing without sound?
Is this death, sleeping in the darkness, sleeping almost breathless, sleeping by yourself?
Is this heaven, falling through the stars, soaking up the atoms of the world?
Is this hell, singing by yourself, writing a song with no meaning, your soul devoid of love?
another dark one Kay. Ive had to read it a few times over the past two days to fully appreciate it.
Its powerful and sad and I hope these are just themes coming out in your writing of late and not a reflection of life currently, because that would not be good.
Life is actually pretty good. I'm a little depressed at the moment because I just found out that an old friend of mine died a few years ago and nobody told me about it :( I literally stumbled across it on the internet. So creepy. I just burst into tears, and now I feel terrible.
Blegh. Stupid deaths. Why can't we all [censored] evolve already and never die?
There's a shadow on my hands
Covering my wrists, over my eyes.
There's a metallic taste on my tongue
In my mouth, trickling down my throat.
There's a bell tolling across the hills
Ringing in my ears, rattling my body.
There's a child crying in the distance
Clinging to life, crying for love.
He'll take us all in time, one by one
Across the rainbow bridge
We'll find comfort there, step by step
And sing our songs to the sun.
I haven't written poetry in a while. Still focusing on editing my book. I hope it's ok =D
I'm going to take these bones
And roast them over the fire.
You'll unhand me, and set me free
And I'll pour water over your wounds.
I'm going to embrace you
Like an old friend.
Yet your skeleton will linger
Teasing me to torture.
I'll hand you over to the gods
And they'll set you free
But will you ever find your path?
Or become lost within the past?
Time is a virtue
You have to give up
Longing is simply a sin
You have to ignore.
So take me
And shut my eyes
And sing me to sleep.
More than OK. Just read the last three and they are clever, creepy and lovely, as per usual.
"Is is so bad to tell your love you're deaf to their heartbeat?" Love this line!
Thanks :) I've been so busy with uni, and haven't written much lately :) But of course feedback gets me all excited to write more hehe
Near to you
As the sand is to the sea.
Here with you
Baby you belong to me.
Take my hand
I will lead you to the shore
And we can forget
All about the burning war.
Our lives are not
Only set into the stone
But numbers can
be devastating to some.
Oh baby take my hand
I will lead you to the shore
And we can forget
All that we can not ignore.
I will lose you soon
But know that you are never gone
As long as you're in my heart
We will see a rising sun.
Short, snappy and very much to the point. Love the emotion in your work, Kaylan!
Thanks so much guys!
Oohh I'm reading this one at my first poetry recital tonight! So excited! The theme is war.
Do you remember
Do you remember the milkshakes?
How you wiped the froth off his upper lip
Do you remember the apartment?
How you pretended to be 'just friends' so the landlord wouldn't kick you out.
Do you remember Elvis?
How jazz was more your style but you loved what wise men said
Do you remember going to the beach?
How it felt like things were going downhill but you knew it was the best day of your life.
Do you remember your birthday?
How he wished you were born just a hour later so you wouldn't have to leave.
Do you remember when you came back?
And you turned away from him, closed your eyes, and slept the days away.
How he stopped listening to Elvis and you didn't want to touch him.
Do you remember when you left?
And he replaced you with someone who finally made him laugh
But not in the way that you did.
Do you remember when you saw him again
And your heart ached for the time you had lost
And you wished the numbers had been different
And that you'd had one more day with him.
Just one more day at the beach.
Do you remember saying goodbye?
Seeing his frail body in the hospital bed
And wishing you had stayed with him
And being jealous of the man who did.
If only you had come back when the war had ended
But you didn't, not really
And you did not say goodbye.
And now it was he who was leaving you
And you finally knew how it felt
To truly be alone.
I have shivers. So beautiful.
Best of luck tonight!!! Very excited for you.
The poetry reading went really well! I wasn't even nervous. I have been working on my novel, and writing short stories instead of poetry, and I was thinking of posting some of them on writersmerge. I'm just not sure if they're age appropriate.
Post links to them in Prodders with a warning that they contain adult themes. That's what I do with my books.
I'm co-hosting a poetry night on the 19th! (My 23rd birthday!). Here's a poem I wrote for it.
Hide from my eyes, or pick them out if you will
For I am the crow devouring carrion
At the end of the road.
I bathe in the battered remains of a deer
And laugh at my dislocated arm
My hand red from slapping your face.
I'm deaf to your cries, Van Gough had it right
I don't even know what language you speak.
I drop to my stomach and drag myself forwards
And I see the light on the side of the street
My toenails ripping on the pavement.
You scent drenches my clothes, I'm soaked
I clench my teeth as my arm dislocates,
I'm sprawled in the street,
bloody drying on my fingers
Tired from pulling out your teeth.
My hand's gripped tightly around your ankle
A trail of red lines the gravel behind me
Painting the road
My jaw clenches as I cry
Sad the deer had to die
But I had to disguise your demise somehow.
I finally reach the bushes and I look back the way I came
My car overturned
At the end of the road
No one questions the victim
No mater how quiet their cries
Or how dead their eyes.
I smile as your body rolls down the hill
And a crow appears at my side
Nipping at my cheek.
My silent witness, knows all my secrets
I follow it back to the car
And climb inside
Fingers crossed the deer forgets my name.