Scabs Poems - Poems about Scabs

...THE STENCH OF INSOMNIA narcoleptic deities in charge of the world are tangled and detangled in the threads of time they are sardonic and bitter and out for revenge alien me......Read the rest...

... The wind has a grip on the land. Penny Eyes, the straw man on the field cross has broken into a crooked smile, his hands flutter like dying crow wings. Trees whip the sky. Blisters app......Read the rest...

...What’s worse than hating someone you used to love? Someone you admired disappointing you Again and again I didn't want to be proven wrong I didn't want my friends Who I defended you to Ending u......Read the rest...

...There was no easy day going under cover with four kids riding along with the FBI supervisor I was just a young mother of four actually expecting again seven months pregnant the FBI installed wi......Read the rest...

...Burn Not the Bridges Life is a hubris to uncertainty! One day you are a prince, The next day you are a slave. Indeed, the world is round: Burn not the bridges, You may use the river aga......Read the rest...

...My lotus flower, adrift on the water bed, Your petals top the pond, Lilies, Irises, Hyacinths. The sun reminisces, And the moon grieves, For in the dark of night, It hides your leaves. I wee......Read the rest...

...Guilt is the furnace that sears the sacrilegious scabs off of my skin......Read the rest...

...(I) Each of my fingers, like coiled spades embellished with rust, dig through soiled tomes of Greek epistles Each line, an epiphanic assault, peeling away at the obdurate scabs perched o......Read the rest...

...It was a dark hole into an Aladdin's cave of old tools. A small window gave the only light and fell on a rough sawn bench wearing scars inflicted by years of use. Saw cuts, drill holes and the......Read the rest...

...Your dense scars are proof you survived, vivid dreams filled with old worries; Fears creep as you close your eyes, mental bruises that sometimes still hurt; Vivid dreams filled with old worries......Read the rest...

...[Conservatory: A glorified greenhouse stuck on the side of your house. This really happened yesterday, and today… Okay, the cactus is poetic license] ......Read the rest...

...Bite then, a piece off my flesh, And quench on the gushing pints of red. Sink deep your incisors, and dig for what little remains; Yank! with great hunger and break the skin like a dog to a rag. ......Read the rest...

...A dark cloud rains over me, hangs as a mistletoe above my head Bleeding scars are revealed as I lay my heart upon the table My river runs dry for fear of being mocked though I've tried, I hav......Read the rest...

...We live in a cardboard city it is an island of lost souls and beggars who shuffle about in the cloth of another time and place that have turned into rags which clings to our skins like scabs t......Read the rest...

...SCARS AND WOUNDS Scars and wounds embedded externally and internally Over my body and throughout my soul Authenticating me into my natural being Causing so much pain and pleasure As I look in......Read the rest...