Long Petrifying Poems

You’re like a backpack, jam-packed with memories of High School’s fun times and hard times…I know I had weaknesses back then; in addition, I had strengths that I still lack
You carry everyone’s weight including my...

Read More

Sudden movement of my heart, a shattered piece of art, 
Broke me apart from the start…rolling in the inner death-cart
Heartrate going sky high — I won’t lie nor can I deny that life cuts deep...

Read More

The truth was, we very well could go back,
But there was sudden authority and determination in his voice
It was the first time I ever respected Benjamin
The first time and only that I ever liked holding...

Read More

New Horizons
One.
His lips kiss my skin
Whispering that I am not from sin
Words powered by artificial lust
Weaving lies into my vulnerable mind
Just to make me think it’ll be alright
Crimson regrets that line my arms and heart
Pleading...

Read More

i am still getting used to this writing thing
this poetry writing thing
the mystery of hiding my madness
concealing my mad love
oh i love him mad
forgive the poor grammar - madly 
yes, i love him madly
like i...

Read More

Times getting slower, The worlds getting smaller, The fires slowly burning, Weak knees
Bloody palms, Heat flows past my face, The anger urges Strictness, Wanting deeply to come
out, Hold on, Stop take a breather.
Fake away,
Bring me...

Read More

Cadaverous climate controlled cave creature 

(Idea birthed, engendered, and germinated 
from Lombok Indonesia earthquakes
On 5 August 2018, 
a destructive and shallow earthquake
measuring Mw 6.9 
(ML 7.0 according to BMKG) 
struck the island 
of Lombok, Indonesia),
rendering...

Read More

I walked down the stage with moisture in my faces and a subtle smile on which everyone could rely. I held on to the uncompromising truth that could not be denied from my youth. ...

Read More

Darkness settles around the heart
Of one whose light trembles on the air
As the sadness pours over the soul
Who knows a loved one has gone away
The struggle, the grief, is like a soft rain
Never letting up,...

Read More

At the comfort of her home she finds peace
Away from all the voices she finds just petrifying to her ears…
Oh how disquieting they have become….
Silently….she screams out for help for the voices to go away
Quietly...

Read More

When the 
seaside sepulchre 
of a kingdom, 
without its queen, 
is smeared with 
screams of lighting, 
I wish to crackle
these slivers 
of silver shakle, 
and devour
that consoling 
taste of balsamic 
twilight, which 
drapes every 
ritual...

Read More

Spartan Riches
                by Odin Roark

Creation asks not for center stage

How plentiful these quiet treasures
Demanding not a price
Void of glitter 
Gaff
And...

Read More

The pointed ears of a snail can be quite ornate really. Especially if adorned with precious stones as earrings. Buffaloes bulbous brows bear banging bunions. Marvellous. Just marvellous it is to watch the glass moving...

Read More

As I sit here,
Wondering about myself,
Contemplating my shadow on the wall,
The shadow that draws Me,

In this dark shadow I see,
Webs of emotions swimming in “ME,”
The person in my shadow,
Someone other than Me,

The person that smiled,
That...

Read More

The river smells like damp cotton this morning,
the weather has been so complimentary to our exertions
frost invades the nights nicely and soft sunshine comforts our faces in daytime,
we have been averaging 26 miles per day...

Read More

Terrified moments are frozen in time 
another Black Friday inks history 
as fear gripped innocence wrenching
it ripped it from their astonished eyes 

Then lights turned off on a Tower
normally filled with life and love, 
Mothers...

Read More

I heard a dreadful, prophetical terrifying
the terrorist tapping
the portentous plane petrifying
'It's that haunting,' I muttered
Evil says “DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS”
Lucifer/Satan says “DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS”
Only the those bad Muslims say “DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS”
Explode, implode...

Read More

You were born in December
And you wear your trouble like a rough petrifying plum and carry the sadness of 1000 unsung voices
That's about as much as I know about you
Where are the poems about the...

Read More

One’s Time
Upon this little blue planet
--------------------------------------------------

One’s time could be as beautiful as a sunset !
One’s time could be as desolate as a desert !
One’s time could be as colourful as a rainbow !
One’s time could...

Read More

Money? Hush 
Chill baby.
Sweet, honey suckle maybe
Rich forever playing

Lotto, what's more?
What for?
Liking the midnights laughing entertained
By the thunder BOLTS clapping.
Money? An extra favor gonna  savor the
Scent of a dollar.

Always in high DEMAND.
IT'S GOT THE...

Read More

The tumultuous whirlwinds had now ceased
The roaring, nettlesome sounds have dried away
The tide is now silent
The clatters and jangles,
now dead, they are.
Far and wide, the drumming sounds, ululations...
For the happiness, peace and calamity, found again
All...

Read More

started May 2013, finished 08.06.2013 (miss placed the memory stick I had it on... oops)
-------------------------------------------------------
 Why were you not there...
I thought you cared, cared...care...care
why did you not catch me...catch me when I fell
please...you still having...

Read More

BEHOLD the spine-tingling manifestation,
the GHOST TREE stands,
bathed in an eerie blue-grey hue,
a chilling stance.

It looms amidst the dense and opaque fog,
which muffles all sound and obscures all sight.
Its gnarled and twisted trunk,
devoid of leaves,
is ravaged...

Read More

Darest V.C.,
The voodoo was the ill-omen,
Like the Mills bomb of the uniformed;
The voodoo was under-stated:
Youngsters danced by your stygian microcosm;
The voodoo was our ill-omen,
A crypt in this forest of pantology!

Darest V.C.,
The tear-gas tattle in the...

Read More

Remembered the 1940s, the season of the holocaust.
Six million irons, disjointed from their ores
Were forged in bottomless pits of anvils.
The swarming bees in a ceremonious buzzing
Were uncoupled from their hives through Reichsbahn.
However, a tensed, stale...

Read More