The sun having a frozen side~
a wish like a snowball in hell,
or netting the wind while oceans b o i l
in f i r e.
The rage of its heat needs curtailing.
I'm melting...
like chocolates and candles~
roasting like chicken in an oven.
How then
do I hide the cry of my fat?
With the frozen side of the sun,
snowflakes fall but never thaw,
painting my doorstep in white,
chilling my bones dry,
shaking my limbs stiff.
Birds hide their faces...
and songs become faint echoes in snow-draped distance,
while rasping hoots of early-rising snowy owls
mimic the whispers of restless winds—
announcing the coming of an impending
dark sky
that will not abate...
the ceaseless dropping of white flakes.
I'm b o i l i n g—
a tempest brewing...
not as a boiling frog syndrome
but like a fish out of water
in a slough of despond.
My skin scathes,
heat burns leave sores on my soles.
Long rays of shine pierced my sunshade;
sweat formed oceans on my skin.
And I w h i s p e r e d—
in the absence of ears~
"I need the frozen side of the sun."
Do I not bleed? The words that you read, before you.
Do I not bleed? The blood that runs free, throughout me.
Can I not bleed? For not a scratch scathes the surface.
But deep down inside,
The things that we hide,
Are open.
My heart is bruised,
I know when I’ve been used,
And it’s not right.
Time goes on, like a soldier in the rain
You've been around the world and now you're going back again
Tell yourself that there's something more to gain
When you step into the fire you can never be the same
I know that you can feel the lick of the flame.
Do I not bleed? For something so real to me.
Do I not bleed? For the cause you are fighting for.
Can we not bleed? For the cold eyes do look south.
Winter closes in, around me.
When you get a cut, you have to let it heal,
If it does not, you’ve made infection real.
You can’t back down, not now, nor ever
You say your mind is sound, at peace
Well this is news to me.
We all keep secrets, we all have fears
It reduces us to tears.
You must keep strong, and before long,
I can stand on my own.
A breath escapes this lonely soul
jilted sigh expels it heavily falling flat
From on my back I see the stars align
...but only in other skies
as charcoal cumulous and birds of prey loom in mine
Each stab wound scars and scathes.
they accumulate-
Her indifference kills in it's lack of scorn
or spite...just apathetic attacks
Unprovoked and careless
Inclinations to instigate strife
....to bring flavorful drama to her life...
and misery to mine
I helplessly fall into these traps
seeking out affection in the dryest wells
hitting bottom and licking the stone
for it's scarcest moisture
Parched and living loveless
Like royalty she came in the room,
Arm in arm with her beloved groom.
Weary smiles and dreary eyes
Follow her with strong demise.
For she was like a cruel disease,
Paralyzing all that she sees.
Her fingers painted poison red;
Scathes the flesh and as it bled
Triumph glowed a dreadful menace
On the planes of her sculpted face.
Whilst she who sinned without a care,
He, who fought to take his share,
Pursue a different kind of pleasure.
Carnage collision without measure;
Brutal strength that show no mercy
Dispose of lives so easily.
Words of pleading, although visible,
Lost in an attempt so feeble.
For those who tried to stop the blows,
Request Lady Luck to attend their show;
Hope is answered with vain stillness-
An eerie silence creates madness
Amongst the rest who wishes freedom
From this cancerous symptom;
They are the curse of our existence;
The cause of pain to limitless ordinance;
Nowhere to run, no place too far:
Meet Lady Malice and Gentleman War.
Small visions
Staggering insolence
muted souls pinned by vertebral thrusts
lay in feathered wasteland
Spinning tongues imperial platitudes
Right of passage misguided
impenetrable to the bone
The shake-up
Sharks teethe to flesh
an agent of defilable means
It scathes the soul
of the inveterate, the young
and feasts upon its own.
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