Long Clotting Poems

I thought of writing about another High School Social Studies book report. This is an intriguing piece riddled with a complicated set of circumstances. I chose to write it as a short story as it...

Read More

I have watched enough doctor's on video give warnings, brave nurse whistleblowers coming forward about what is happening at THEIR  hospitals, videos of harmed patients, videos from victims who are harmed or lost loved...

Read More

As Medusa walks in, shuts the door,
caresses precision hand down the mahogany-
and shows one what for.

Senses in starbursts-cloudburst
flavor crystals accenting- your bloom 
of predicate corpus, cat claws in my brain, 
comes metamorphosis-
Led mushrooming depth of...

Read More

Life 
Arabic Poem by: Riyadh Al-Ghareeb*
 Translated into English by: 
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
 ================================
 
It was not his idea 
He did not wave to the sundown of his life
Quite simply, he let life go by...

Read More

Swapping and siphoning off layers upon layers of antique sprays is very very basic.  Antelopes occasionally make brick a brack piles to occupy even the most dormant of cloths. Opiniated eagle ducks soar above...

Read More

The seconds drift into minutes,
cascade into hours.
Relativity floats subtly past
and pools around perspective’s
esophagus.
Waiting is the fierce tick
of a sequestered heart.
Tracking time,
by counting blood cells sailing
through a clotting current.
Labored lungs grasp at
tiny red buoys,
flagged with markers...

Read More

The battle raged on, the artist uninjured, but soaked in blood,
The dead and dying, cursed by good aim they still feel.
The valley split by the cool of water…and a crimson mud
The noise of the pain...

Read More

A fair pile of graded kindling and fresh limbs.
Wooden spring, deep brooding in each fiber, the damp air won't help.
White fire, a searing brain, a taxing task, omni-repetitive, still
remains at one hand.

Weakling losing life to...

Read More

The pain of my people,
it flows through my pen
The shouts ... the screams,
the wails from
generations of suffering
I spirit heard the painful call
	of the first foot fall,
when my people disembarked
from long ships in chains
	onto strange soil
Had...

Read More

I see you
Yes you
Don't shy away
You with the pale 
Glassy blue eyes
Hiding what lies behind.
the truth
The lies
Souls demise

I see you
Silently Screaming for me
Begging me to come back
Dreams filled with my twisted touch
Remembering the times I...

Read More

Unraveling threads of a desperately mending heart, I cry out “What have you done!” weighed down with shame, with untamed grief the anchors attached around my quivering feet.

Scornfully you mock my pain your heartless blacked...

Read More

I’m on my knees, hands clasped together under my chin.
He’s standing above me, looking down to meet my gaze. The look of concern washing over him.
We’re so close you can almost see the heat from...

Read More

This poem is from a book I'm working on of poems based on great poems I love. I have taken their format and the basic style and tried to craft my own poem like it....

Read More

BETROTHAL was sure you'd come
Waiting on the steps
Saw a hawk circling
Across blue sky.
My hair glittered in twilight
Slippery steps , algae invading
Eyelashes flickered in kajal.
My face glowed in the bronze mirror.

Weave yet another cool breeze
On my...

Read More

* This is actually the 2nd friend with eye issue.  The first one died of clotting.

* In addition, the adverse effects in general are NOT uncommon!  The numbers are very high at the...

Read More

"NA" poetry contest
Sponsor: Ink Empress
3rd Place.

Jamais Vu ~ "The feeling of being unfamiliar with something that is familiar. The opposite of deja vu."

These days, life is shroud in a fog so vivid
I’m forgetting what it...

Read More

It was not sleep's dream nor vision when
I climb between the parted veil to know
The knowledge that mortals do not ken
The sweet world with joy so brightly aglow

Then this is all it is, and all...

Read More

As I saw your
caged
soul rioting for my
attention, I knew
you to be my 
perfect
victim and started
envisioning how to
ravage
your beauty so it could 
ensnare
and impersonate my
lifetime wishes

Fearlessly you
revelead your 
nature, fiercely you
demanded
reprimand, boldly you
offered
acts of service, bravely...

Read More

mirrors refract of blue, grays and greens
molded together, patchwork of leans
drowning withouts more than floating withins
mindsided promises, neglectful of ends
dripdry conundrums in, neat stagnant rows
labias monotonous, pink ugliness grows
necrofeelya coagulants, defy deadbeat hearts
knooseful riddance, mattressinal...

Read More

Finally my blood began to coagulate,
and stopped to seep out of the slashed heart,
lacerated in the tempest of turmoil
by the sharp shards of your refutation.

In the memory meadow I found a crack split open
in the...

Read More

Who shall purge the earth
O vernum purgatio
Love delayed its birth

Spring lit us with fires
Shooting messages like leaves
Winter wipes away

When the dross is gone
Nothing shall be left but dunes
Without memory

Mulch was once a man
Before the trees...

Read More

A glint in the black, like stars
    Pearly, polished, pointy peaks of a fiend
      Fangs of self-deprecation, puncturing every effort
    Coursing the flow of...

Read More

Coagulation Starter – 3-28-24
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Coagulation

Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
Flowing like insomnia
Between the wounds of dawn and dusk
When wounded memories drip pools of enigmas,
Fleeting gossamers of absolutes,
Drying into sticky puzzles.

Bloodied dreams wander labyrinths,
With no exits,
Leaving spatters...

Read More

White lightning flashes through my heart’s bliss
Tumultuous light rose sky holds her own
Pink heart shaped aura shows the truth of the night
Sky clouded by purple blood clotting thunder clouds

White lightning flashes through my heart’s bliss
Reflecting...

Read More

TODAY I TOOK A LOOK INTO MY BROKEN MIRROR
IT REFLECTED BACK THE IMPERFECT ME
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PERFECT THAT THE IMPERFECTS DON’T WANT TO KNOW
CAN I AMEND THE BROKEN PIECES OF MY MIRROR?
I FORGOT...

Read More