"In the garden built on a graveyard. The death of every flower added a little more life to the hearts of the corpses, buried deep inside."
~ Akshay Vasu
graveyard vines grow
death below life
necro neglect
Categories:
necro, grave, growth, nature,
Form: Than-Bauk
Am I living a delusion?
for I have
a mania, a verbo grapho obsession
oh yes, I have a fixation
for words and writing . . .
sometimes, I am wrapped in melancholia
free-floating in strangeness
euphoria is when I am writing necro
unhinged, perhaps
maybe
I just have this urge to pen death
after all death has been my best friend
since forever it seems
but, in general
this writing madness is my daily thirst
I must feed my passion
my compulsion, my ravings
in nature I get lost in my mind
I have a fancy for flowing streams
and quiet forests
where birds sing insanity . . .
my ink must fall on white daily
or I am sure madness would invade
oh, lunacy may not be far off
I feel that I am locked in a bottle
unable to escape
oh, that is silly
these fits of mania are just
the hunger and need of
a writer . . .
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October 20, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/Feeding My Passion
Copyright Protected, ID 10-9573-79-20
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France
Categories:
necro, writing,
Form: Free verse
Am I living a delusion, for I have
a mania, a verbo grapho obsession
oh yes, I have a fixation
for words and writing . . .
sometimes I am wrapped in melancholia
free-floating in strangeness
euphoria is when I am writing necro
unhinged, perhaps
maybe
I just have this urge to pen death
after all death has been my best friend
since forever it seems . . .
but in general
this writing madness is my daily thirst
I must feed my passion
my compulsion, my ravings
in nature I get lost in my mind
I have a fancy for flowing streams
and quiet forests
where birds sing insanity . . .
my ink must fall on white daily
or I am sure madness will invade
oh, lunacy may not be far off
oh, that is silly
these fits of mania are just
the hunger and need of
a writer . . .
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October 20, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/Feeding My Passion
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9511-76-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest , A Stunner 2017
Sponsor, Line Gauthier
Second Place
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Written for the contest, Mania
Sponsor Lewis Raynes
NA
Categories:
necro, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Shams in stark raving silence peek like the morning moon
chewing the rubber Fillings that fall from the mind of jesus
finish those limiting transactions while the time Is out soon
i wouldn’t care more for the Door to swing off and leave us
in tune With so many songs on this horizontal tear
light up those dynamite Chorus birds mating inside of thee
if anything interrupts their screaming Tyranny—i fear—
nobody Will notice the giggling dragons dividing me
should i Want them to notice—why, yes i should want to
that mainly Fry a hole in the sanctity of these morbid shores
Sure, there would and will be some window pained break thru
likely overflowing Pocket smiles pasted across the floors
for Dreams should fit like a moment in the great expand
falling Away from calculation to drift in stymied stagnous
choose your Weapon violently with your necro-wounded hand
and make your malice known Before they bolt it down and drag us
off into Their Sunset of cinder.
Categories:
necro, freedom,
Form: Rhyme