Spectre, South Pole's chills,
Frost clawing at window sills,
Vague fears, old age thrills....
Categories:
clawing, appreciation, winter,
Form: Haiku
Were he stripped of his rapier-like wit ~
John Lawless would be paw-less
Categories:
clawing, cat, humor, loss, poets,
Form: Monoku
Sometimes my mind takes me on a journey
To that cave i hid in as a child
And i picture everything so clearly
Like im there before your angry bloodshot eyes
The object of all your hate
Where im doubled over from the blows
I can smell the vomit in the corner
As you rub my face in it
I shiver to my core from those fearful nights
Alone without light
I hear myself whimper from the pain
A life you totally disdain
And then i snap out of it like a man awaking from a coma.
And i breathe in the Aroma of freedom
Of this reality
And you cant claw me back
For through my God centered spirituality
I realize i have forgiven you
And i am truly free to be me
And to never be like you.
Categories:
clawing, abuse,
Form: Free verse
We’re breeding filth to teach them how to further destroy ourselves. Oroboros screaming louder than any Pentecostal. Penetrating deeper than any Catholic priest. We consume to further this consummation of decay. The brood awakens so we may teach them how to destroy themselves. Curse the son of weakness, cast aside. Damn the father’s eyes, a coward’s failure to rise as lord. No tears are shed for fallen false prophets. Only whispers from the furious dead. Master, Deceiver. Torn apart to feed the youth. Perish so many may flourish. Clawing through the womb. A septic vessel, rotting tomb. Never again will we awaken in the belly of lies. Forced fed chaos of the mind. I cut the cord and bleed the bit*h dry.
Categories:
clawing, anger, betrayal, bible, christian,
Form: Carpe Diem
Clawing, scratching, screaming
A heart's endless scheming
Can you hear me? No!
Can you feel me? No more!
Do you see the pain drip from my eyes to the floor?
Remember my taste?
Oh what a waste.
I can't un-remember anymore.
Look to my hands, see their desire;
Choking out words to quell their fire.
Nails dig in and drag
Breaking a cracker's crack!
You never looked in only looked back.
Jump, dance, run, fall
I will some lifetime from now
Smash this wall.
Never again but that's not true.
I'll live this, the longest death
Every time I think of you.
Categories:
clawing, dark, depression, fear, goodbye,
Form: Free verse
Clawing at the edge
Pushing my set boundary
To be limitless
Categories:
clawing, hope, inspirational, life,
Form: Haiku
Racing thoughts strangle me,
My attention is single minded.
Like an animal, I begin to hunt
For my true nirvana.
My hands are clawing counters and my eyes pursue the floor.
Instincts are taking over and I begin to sniff.
Where is my shameful secret, a bottle so discreet?
My dirty little secret, is avoiding me.
Like a stealthy warrior, I fight for what I need.
This little degrading bottle has such a hold on me.
An attraction that has gone to deep,
It’s not good for pathetic me.
Like an authentic savage,
I have my captured my sneaky prey.
Now that I’m pleased, and I can finally rest,
I offer myself a handful, of its sweet content.
Maybe an a hour, or maybe three or four
My body will start crying, and begging for more.
Categories:
clawing, dedication, devotion, introspection, recovery
Form: Verse
These sleeves, they hide it.
This smile? Yeah, it's fake.
These words? They compose lies.
That passion, you should know, it's all a hoax.
Do you believe me? Well, you should.
Do you trust me?
Why should I trust you?
I have a secret, and not a soul knows it.
Each day I come closer to my breaking point.
Every night when I lie down to sleep,
the angels claw at my feet.
Not a second I risk to doze.
The days get longer,
and my tolerence gets shorter.
Not a day goes by,
until a thousand things go wrong.
There's never a night I sleep,
without a nightmare behind these eyes,
and angels clawing at my feet.
Categories:
clawing, mysterynight, day, night, trust,
Form: Free verse
The waves crash at your threshold.
You had given me lot of tears:
I was dying in me-
in veiled existence. I want to hear me
loudly; my secret coming,
across the book in black box.
The androgynous deity
limping back to shore.
The claws, gnawing, stretching, giving
arterial push to the dead thighs
of ailing planet. First purple, then black
gangrene appears on the toes.
Chase of wealthy robes, spilling of sperms
for sake of virility. The slicing of time
gives dividend to survivors.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
clawing, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?
Expectantly through the dingy window I gape
Lucid for now but only flickering
Waiting not so patiently, coveting escape
Reflecting on the spectral fervent whisperings
Drawn deeper into the haunted labyrinth
Crushed by the ache of this place
Catching fleeting images...a list of failed intents
Heavy darkness; I cannot breathe within this dying space
Floating slowly through the murk
Like the ghostly answer in an eight ball
Silently pondering every little quirk
Forced into silence by a sudden free-fall
Strobe-light convolution as I twist and writhe
The dingy window my only hope
But insanity knows not of this: refuses to recognize
Through sickly illumination.....now I see the scope
The nature and flow of destruction
Like lava beds ebbing slowly through a dying wood
My heart races with unwelcome knowledge and recognition
…There is no way out because this dingy window is my
prison-cell view to the normal world
Categories:
clawing, confusion, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Too late
you push into my sphere
to breach my secret lair,
how dare you seek and find me here
within this raptured air!
Be gone
before I swallow down
the essence of your shape.
Your ups and downs,
your sight and sound,
and at your neck the nape.
A tender sample of a soul
too empty to explain,
I shall not venture to extol,
my agony and pain.
Not every monster has a heart
though you will not believe,
I was a monster from the start
your love will not relieve
the darkness waiting to consume
your light just like a thief ,
now leave me gnashing
on my doom,
and clawing at my grief.
Categories:
clawing, introspection, sad, me,
Form: Quatrain