I feel nothing, and everything.
An empty echo.
Trapped, screaming but yawning.
I go unheard.
There is a spark,
A promise of reanimation
In endless pools of blue.
I can die and live
A thousand lifetimes
In an interlocked gaze…
But what happens
When the jolt
No longer
Reanimates
The dead.
Categories:
reanimates, abuse, betrayal, corruption, depression,
Form: Free verse
Feet patter through the leaves of the oak wood
Her breaths frantic blond hair bent back
Stops swivels and pivots seeing all she could
Body sways and she prays for air to catch
Then she see it lurch, lips grotesque, “Snack”
Another step, “Come back,” hairbreadth snatch
Her screams echo through the trees, crack
Snap, tearing of tendon and chop chop hack
Careful where thy wander for under the covers,
a monster hovers, in wait, to tear rip and peel
and ribbon flesh from bone, you and your lover
Boogeyman emerges burst reanimates ashes
Looking for little boys and girls souls to steal
Rictus cadaver of a mannequin after he bashes
Your brains in with his talons, meaty meal
to this manifestation that’s not fiction but real
That creak in the floor above the sound below,
in the basement or the scratches in the walls,
he’s there waiting to lick lather eel eyes aglow
take you some where dark and festering calls
He is your fear shhh dear he’s here feel that
Too late for you I’m afraid he sees you
And what he sees he ceases and disappears
Categories:
reanimates, dark, evil, gothic, horror,
Form: Rhyme
I long for your truant inspiration,
O Muse, for I've felt your absence too long;
empower me to sing a gay, new song,
that with pen I may still bring creation!
Reappear, Muse, to my great elation:
for you can never do me ill or wrong;
arrive! so that my distress won't prolong,
nor shall persist the source of my frustration.
For your return shall cripple disrepair
of my Parnassus, and will have its sway:
so the cease of my creative despair,
like spring that reanimates life everywhere,
will dawn on this most, most auspicious day
when comes alive this sonnet through this way!
Categories:
reanimates, creation, inspiration, life, muse,
Form: Italian Sonnet