Short Lacerations Poems
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Give and take
barbs
then retreat
to wounded silence
licking our lacerations
before picking up
where we left off
with the razor wires.
A banana a day keeps the doctor away
You swing through the trees, no matter your weight
Well let me rephrase that
A sturdy tree that's fat
Else a nasty concussion and lacerations await
Rain washing through my open heart.
Glistening in the breaks and lacerations.
Bloodless drips abolish the evocation of pain.
Faculty of mind syphoned, immediate sublimation.
I roam eternity, interstellar dust once more
From where I came, I shall return
Form:
Alveoli burst in seething pain
Green bile floods out of lacerations.
Cruciform expletives implode into disaster.
I slice cornea's from my weary eyes.
Scum stained nails rip teeth from jagged mouths.
I stood in the womb of creation and cried.
Assailed on all sides by the blinding dark.
One day I wish to be in the place where 'you' stand now ,
One day I wish to be more close to the discourtesy and vow,
Not to make you suffer the bruises, lacerations and blow,
But just to see 'you' affixed where I'm now,
You'll pity the pain I'm going through, You'll sense my innocence.
Seething pain it causes
Indelible marks of questions
unanswered
Lacerations of separation and
loneliness
Emanating from endless questions of
‘why’ and ‘how’
Nights and days are rendered
disconsolate
Coupled with despondence, depression
and melancholy
Endurance is but, all that the
affected has…….
Honey sticks to cinnamon words
on the lips of the poet;
Nothing feels quite like sugar;
Every drop a little rush,
yet stuck in a web of writer's block;
Lacerations, sticky with that prose
always trip dripping when comfortable;
Noting a phrase from your imagination,
dictation head over heels for Honeyland.
Craggy rats and batty facts,
stupid slaps of morbid hats,
sordid snacks coming out with lacerations of the ax-
horrible hacks doin' these attacks.
I'm loopin' it like rope to attach,
only catch ever is a brat,
lettin' um' off as I scooter around and knack-
I've got so many I'm like 'just laugh'.
Knife sinks deep,
I no longer want to sleep,
Little lacerations,
My heart weeps,
Blood droplets like tears,
absorb into my skin,
Love begins only to soon end.
heart ripped out,
You crumble,
As it smash's into the ground like glass.
My dark eyed monster,
The holder, the keeper,
Of my weeping heart.
An artist am i
Human flesh my canvas
Blades my brushes
Mesmorising red lacerations my monochromatic palette
Soul demolishing agony my inspiration
Anguished creativity my flesh eating demon
Until painless perfection
Horrific scars my magnificent masterpiece
Annihilating criticism my only praise from this dispassionate world
Initiating the relapse of brutal expression again
Why must this world bleed
when I bleed
Why must I bare burden
upon me
Why does life make me
angry
Why must I feel so
empty
Yet I am still here
In envy
Lacerations go deep
so deep
toxic air It is
heavy
In my lungs
i must
i must breath
I'll never show how much
I need you
You'll never know how much
you need me
Until the day you no longer
see me
Why must this world bleed
when I bleed
Have you ever thought in silence
About relations and it's lacerations
To be on the arc of its curve
Whilst administering life's penetration
Have you ever thought in silence
What you'd do if it happened to you
Would you be like many, mm fierce
Or does controlled above see you
Have you ever thought in silence
When lacerations invade relations
For ever under this arc of its curve
When you feel life's penetrations
In the allure of the pastel times
Posting patterns of medieval times
As sins lacerations cut and divide
My solid spirit my soul bleeds
I am bludgeoned by myself
My body runs and takes heed
I hide and while hitting I hold my breath
I decide not to take this moral test
Instead I am a witness of my mess
I confess my distress now I'm blessed
Amidst the allure of my pastel times
7/31/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021