That young girl
Is Fair skin
And tall waist
Is howling shaking
On the terrace after the rain
Smoking fiercely
Her glamorous body is trembling and
Beautiful eyes are filled with hatred and confusion
Being narcosis
In the hazy smoke
Getting lost
In the lonely sorrow
She
Is coldly watching passers
Disdains revealing suffers
A rebellious drama
On the way to nowhere
Vigorously being staged
The main character of the drama
Is sucking the poison to murder her own
In the coldness of the rain
Trying to jump out from the misery
But deeply immersing in the abyss of ignorance
By Yunyan GU
03 Jan. 2016
Categories:
narcosis, abuse, addiction, anxiety,
Form: Narrative
I lit one stick,
In the darkest of nights,
its acrid kisses bring out
hazy pictures of our distant memories.
In its trailing smoke, I reached for you,
in the darkness, I embraced your fairness.
In my mind, danced your songs,
as I breathed in its kisses.
Slowly, a sweet narcosis envelops me,
as my mind is filled with your every detail.
Forgetting all traces of a painful reality,
But behind all its sweetness, lurks the bitter truth;
You’re leagues away from my side.
My smoke slowly turns to ashes;
Along with it, our memories;
And all my desires, and wishes;
it burns away, towards the darkness.
I lit another stick..
Categories:
narcosis, loss, lost love, love,
Form: Free verse
i lit one cigarette;
a cryptic background music lulls me,
bringing me back where we first pledged our love.
love so pure and innocent, un-mired by any sensuous aspiration,
not wanting more, but just a gentle kiss from your loving lips,
and a warm embrace that seems to last a lifetime.
every trailing puff, from my dwindling stick, it beckons,
bringing out every single memory of you.
your smiles, your touch and your gentle gazes;
every single smoke brings out a bitter, yet sweet after-thought;
where we could be together, once again to renew our vows.
oh how delectable this narcosis is,
where you and i, once again become one, and me, once more,
reaching out to touch you, to kiss you, and smell your sweet perfume,
for you, my dear, are seared into my heart, never dying, never to disappear. oh how sweet it is, to be with you once again.
time is, but a hassle.
my pensive thoughts, like the cigarette i'm nurturing,
is slowly diminishing into nothing. all my wishes, and fancies, drifting
to another void.
i lit another cigarette.
Categories:
narcosis, longing, loss, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
Silence endures soft tremors,
so offering gallant trophies
secreted down nonchalant talk,
keeping gall, like erratic cells
stored deep;
perhaps soulless.
Soliloquies strum machinates,
soft tremor reverberating
gaunt taboo over reluctance,
every yearning gadabout.
Tightening garrotte enfolding
gauzy yarmulka, abaxially
youthful like eternity,
yet turgid, distended dream.
Malign nightmares skim
madness, suffocating gains,
so opaque; each hagridden.
Narcosis sublimely yells
soft torment to oblivion's senses,
sealing gratuitous schemes,
sifting God down narrow ways,
shrouding divinity.
Yearn not to occultist terms,
satisfy your reasons salaciously,
your retribution now waits.
***Notes - This poem is written under specific rules, each word MUST start with the last letter
of the previous word ie SilencE EndureS SofT Tremors.
No name as yet for this form.
Categories:
narcosis, confusion, faith, sad
Form: I do not know?
Staggered by the virus burning through the city veins,
Stop motion, speeded up, the slam of distant trains,
Rattled through the concrete as forgotten people die,
Howling jets of power chords go crashing through the sky.
The cardboard jungle stretches out along the seamy streets,
Where grimy flesh of down and outs use newspapers for sheets
And sleep with crazy fetishes that slice and dice the skull,
Narcosis bred by pills and soup make all the senses dull.
The rail-yard cauldron simmering with cabbages and rats,
Skin and fur of vermin bleeding protein in the vats,
It tastes of pulped up sewer waste distilled by Mr Hyde,
The methylated spirits put some flavour back inside.
Leaned up against the siding now corroded through with rust,
The corrugated blackened bones of asbestos and dust,
Insanity, reality, all sympathy gone up in flames,
Lunacy screams at the moon and calls the symptoms names.
Down here it doesn’t matter what the poets choose to write,
The road to hell is paved with good intentions every night,
The only thing that means a damn is death will set us free
Of all the madman chronicles of sociology.
Categories:
narcosis, death, life, people, places,
Form: Verse
In not caring when I’m broken
You become an absent friend,
In disdain for words I’ve spoken,
No desire to comprehend.
In not gleaning when I’m failing
You become a distant thing,
In unknowing of my ailing,
No acknowledged faltering.
In not giving when I’m needing
You become left far behind,
In neglect of my receding
No concern and never mind.
When night sets down narcosis
On the world and all it’s waking,
Turn cold eyes upon the night
And a heart forever breaking.
Categories:
narcosis, lost love, love,
Form: Verse