Short Rupturing Poems
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Radiation stings sweet
Rivaling the burn of
Razor blades through my soul
Ready to leave a scar
Rupturing the healing
Right before the climax
Reflected in your eyes
remember when you left me blind
reaching for my spirit in darkness bleed
running away for no reason cold
rupturing bulge in my heart bleeding
rummaging through my unsettled memory
reasoning beyond the helpless messiah
rollicking black blood in my veins
return renew rekindle rejuvenate
Form:
When it's me for you to get blind
Ehat else you'd have to see in this era
Inhuman
I saw one as to be dead
In front one blink of my eyes
What else even could be expected!
Sophistication
Mad was I in order
To have a simple thought process
Shivery
Soul at its’ peak and rupturing there
And one day it’ll die together with
Annoying?!
Late last night,
A voice she heard,
Calling out her name.
Waking her
From a sweet, deep, sleep.
Rupturing her dreams.
That voice…
So urgent,
So mysterious…
So shrill.
So piteous,
So young.
Wailing loudly,
Into the night.
Screaming her name.
Mommy!
Mommy!
She follows the voice,
Comforts the voice,
And the demons,
And the monsters are gone.
Form:
Our hearts can't touch, our minds deflect
Absurd conclusions, I'll regret
Breaking up so many times
Your reasons do not rhyme
I think I better off this way
I love you, that's what i will lay
Rupturing my soul, hope that I can
Last breath. . Goodbye. . 'til we meet again
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Bending a breaking point
rupturing time
Eons of history
skirting the line
Paradox native
our true D.N.A.
Truth as a concept
forever in play
Yessing and noing
transfixed in between
The jester in transit
all canons demeaned
Freeing the moment
the first wedded last
a twist to the turning
—where memory contrasts
(Septa R5 To 30th Street: August, 2023)
crimson blades lay lifeless
trembling-
drowning-
savored by the gold leaflets
that long for daybreak.
fire-orange blades rage-
detonating-
rupturing-
savored by the chartreuse leaflets
that thirst for rain.
Hues of combustion remain still-
twilight ascends and alleviates
with empathy...
November 7, 2016
Speak to me my desire
where your hillsides come alive
wrap your legs around the beauty
riding long where blueberry thrive
drift down within starlight's fire
flushed against an alabaster sky
rage, rage
bed these trepidations
rupturing through valiant vapors
once thought dormant
now alive
speak to me my desire
where words come to unwind
in the secluded and mysterious
recesses of my mind
Cool; green; heat; dry; brown; dust . . .
The wind blows
enticing moisture from the dirt.
Forming quiet earth quakes
that sneak along rupturing the soil.
A small weed muscles the crack larger;
hiding in its shade,
making earth powder as it drinks the last dew.
It peeks up to bathe in the heat brought here on foul breath.
Inhaling into dry nostrils,
it leaves the earth gasping,
weary of filtering the particles that were once our home.
With tilted head and smiling eye's
you softly whisper,what's on your mind
seductive form's begin to take shape
as i'm slowly led to your lover's lake
engulfed,but not drowning
fully aware of my surrounding's
we somehow remain in complete control
as rupturing sense's are hard to hold
only to take flight,through a maze of light's
experiencing the joy of our shared love's might...
You rest now with your head on my shoulder
as I ask myself...
what would I do without her??