Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as the dark one's touch falls against
my naked soul.
It mutilates me, and darkly my blood drips to the broken ground.
In horror I cry out while the reaper takes me
Now alone, my essence falls upon darkened eyes.
THIS IS MY HELL.
Categories:
mutilates, abuse, child abuse, remember,
Form: Free verse
stars still shine
a wonderful labor
unnoticed
especially in winter
when cold folds us
old trees still grow
though moss mutilates
and branches bend
squirrels leap
for the joy of leaping
ants still scurry
delighted by summer fare
soda spills
melted marshmallows
and watermelon skeletons
an old poet still needs to write
it's his plight
precious pen
buttering words
for hungry readers
Categories:
mutilates, inspiration, writing,
Form: Free verse
The Killer Inside
Unleashed from hells as it slowly swells
The monster is on the loose
With demon eyes that capitalize
It holds you by the noose
You’re unaware as you both will share
The blood that runs through you
It mutilates as it escalates
Until your death is in its view
In the world of small, it does not stall
As the venom is overflowing
I see it in your eyes as it multiplies
For the scars are sadly showing
Like a freight train and all its pain
There are no stops along the way
The monster roams in your chromosomes
And steals the sunshine from your day.
Nov.09.2016
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Categories:
mutilates, cancer, sad,
Form: Rhyme
What of life? What of death? Clinical murder under investigation.
With cruel calculation, the doctor splits the fetus into sections.
A "little boy's" leg jerks reflexively, a helpless human specimen.
Dreaming of riches, she coldly mutilates, a chilling death sentence.
Written on 9/21/2015
Categories:
mutilates, baby, betrayal, death,
Form: Rhyme
"She bites her nails.
And not just down to the nub. No. She makes them bleed.
Mutilates herself.
She pulls out her own hair from any location where she can get a firm grip and then with a hand full of locks she cries to me.
She wants me to fix her.
She screams. Sometimes when there is no reason for her to and it is immediately followed by one of two things.
Tears.
Laughter.
She hates me.
She doesn't really, but some days you'd swear she did.
She hates her.
She does. Really.
She stays up way too late.
She's always tired.
All. Of. The. Time.
She can't stand her own appearance no matter how many times I've tried telling her she's beautiful.
Maybe I don't tell her enough.
She bites her nails down to the nub. And then some more.
She bleeds.
I bleed from my fingertips every time I write.
She bleeds to feel.
So do I.
She bites her nails down to the nub and looks at me.
Begs me to fix her.
She's a disaster.
But she's my disaster.
And she's beautiful.
Maybe I don't tell her enough."
Categories:
mutilates, abuse, anxiety, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Verse
Cushion your fall
From grace with stuff;
Re-think odd strategy
Time after time
Blossoms bloom;
Death comes too soon
I look to you
To save yourself;
Extinction hovers
Stock market
Spikes and strikes;
So much debris
Look to this day
Do nothing now;
Get out of the way
Catastrophe and chaos
Madness mutilates;
Fallen casualties
Wars reap havoc
Wholly not holy;
Vanquished body count
My lover sighs
A sacred psalm;
Love feels magic
Listen now
Day breaks;
Apollo strides
Look to neither:
East nor West;
Confusion entertains
My brother
My sister
Who did this?
Pain hurts like hell
Massage just toys;
No rest from strain
Role play dear fool
Language cryptic;
Puzzle dazzles muzzle
Leon Enriquez
10 May 2014
Singapore
Categories:
mutilates, change,
Form: Haiku
I am contently married to independence until the day I die.
Seldom do I desire more, for I am prudent to preserve what's mine.
My friends forfeit independence in love, leaving me behind,
And my family's conditional love threatens our instinctual binds.
Usually indifferent to romantic ties, now my marriage mutilates from these losses anew.
Gone are my kindred siblings, my family, all those thick-and-thin,
Whom I hoped pointlessly would come through.
These betrayals now force the deliverance of my divorce,
And so, naked, I thirst too on an uncertain romantic course.
Won't vulnerability be gone when at the safety of another?
Life's adversity will prove our companions fake too soon,
Making I and the rest but lionhearted buffoons.
But still I must confess I wished for companionship and vanity,
Only because I hoped someone could preserve my sanity....
Categories:
mutilates, angst, depression, family, friendship,
Form: Rhyme