WEATHERED FACES
Stone face tower
Scarred mapped neck
Mammoth shoulders of steel
Orange jumpsuit in check
Weathered face of storms
Leather brows define
Burning eyes intently staring
Pupils gorging mine
Distrustfully melts himself
Onto a metal chair
Iron door crashing closed
Vibrates my bones to beware
Now its just the tower and I
Boxed in a windowless cell
Married for an hour
As I try to soothe his hell
Knowing that he’s murdered
Many different times
Sends the hair on my neck
I fly with verbal chimes
No excuses he proclaims
I've done all they say
Puffing his chest out
I can't forget whom I turned grey
Congratulations I do say
You're doing insightfully well
You've integrated your behavior
And aligned it right with hell
Twist around the rim, a drunken ballerina
Of unsorts, elbow deep in catastrophic
Breakings-perfected works of fiction shatter a
Curtain call. Lasting shards of what I can't stop; it
Burrows into my flesh, becoming hybred with
Misery. I would choose such over infamy
Though difficult to resist omnipotent kiss
It's comfortable the way it is: Destroying me.
A badly broken code of strangled DNA
Foxtrots with weighty pheromones boxed in a high
And void of selfless speakings, whispers yet to say-
The music stopped some time ago to hear deep sighs
Or heartfelt hymns by the nonbelievers;
Symphonies strangled into the night, far deeper
"At Least We're Not Letting Our Pheromones Go To Waste"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
IMPRISONED (collaboration)
by~ Jun-jun Villanueva
Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles, elation in face delineate
Like nothing's wrong makes me exasperate
No one cares? No one adores? it's too late
Recurrent nightmares peeve me in sublime
Making incubuses remorse in rhyme
Bequeathing qualm, fright and fear - death like crime
Kith and kin in laughs while I'm in grave time...
by~ Poet Destroyer
Twittering chime parade of glee
Unspectacular weed flowing trough me.
Boxed in a box like a tick or flea.
No one understands- what they can't see!
Outside myself holding my breath-
Or should I say what is left?
Trapping torment with false courtesy.
Preexisted past, without certainty.
Locked in a sanctuary grave of ivory ribs,
My life in a vault- trashed crib.
Feet lashing against my skin.
Twirling the rootless valves of sin.
No one cares! No one adores!
My prison trash coffin brought ashore.
~~~~~an entry for " POET DESTROYER's MY COLLABORATION CONTEST"
IMPRISONED (collaboration)
by~ Jun-jun Villanueva
Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles, elation in face delineate
Like nothing's wrong makes me exasperate
No one cares? No one adores? it's too late
Recurrent nightmares peeve me in sublime
Making incubuses remorse in rhyme
Bequeathing qualm, fright and fear - death like crime
Kith and kin in laughs while I'm in grave time...
by~ Poet Destroyer
Twittering chime parade of glee
Unspectacular weed flowing trough me.
Boxed in a box like a tick or flea.
No one understands- what they can't see!
Outside myself holding my breath-
Or should I say what is left?
Trapping torment with false courtesy.
Preexisted past, without certainty.
Locked in a sanctuary grave of ivory ribs,
My life in a vault- trashed crib.
Feet lashing against my skin.
Twirling the rootless valves of sin.
No one cares! No one adores!
My prison trash coffin brought ashore.
A collaboration with * Jun-jun Villanueva
My collaboration contest
Funny depressed
Seek refuge in the soup
When your heart beats to fast
And ghost's crawl the walls
Slowly dim the light
Till your boxed in a corner
Watching the entrance cave in
Am I afraid?
Yes I am
I am holding my own hand
Boxed in a schizophrenic world
of bipolar attitude, drives
the swing-set up and down
sunny, rainy, switch, repeat
lights on
lights off
tall, small, skinny, fat
ever changing,
Ever Moving
Evolution on the rise
Darwin's birthday today
Darwin laughing in his box
Did he get it right?
hard to tell
on thing is for certain
things are for sure
changing
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