The roundest, orangest, nicest pumpkin I find
In a farmer's field ten miles from town.
Uncarved and free from ghoul's design
with unsaid prayers, I set my pumpkin down.
I set it down in grass in front of a stone.
A granite stone turned in perfect square.
Light's changing now to a dimmer tone.
My tears fall from my empty eyes that stare.
They stare as time passes quickly before my eyes.
The rotting fruit has caved on all four sides.
Hence, heraldic symbol dies
To become slime above where love resides.
Globe spatters, sending forth white pearly seeds
with matted threads. Could this be human brain?
Lunging forth, I trip on rocks and weeds.
My legs move, but I can make no gain.
I look to see what caused my foot to trip.
I see a granite stone much like the same
as my Love's, it ends with letters RIP.
and, 'bove is' -Wife of- and - Oh No - my name.
Categories:
uncarved, death, halloween, horror,
Form: Rhyme
My heart was broken so long ago
If only i told you I loved you so
Do you think our lives would changed
Perhaps my heart wouldn't be in chains
Wish I could just rewind the time
So I could have been yours and you'd be mine
Where is the book that shows the way
To pause time to make it your way
Tell me how did I go wrong
Why does the pain have to feel so long
Like a hollowed out lump of coal
You would have one day been my diamond
But now all I feel inside is an empty black hole
It was one live and well now it's dark and I feel like hell
If I told you how I looked at you
Could you have loved me too
Or would it be inevitable
You'd see me as just a joke
Maybe if I turn my eyes
I'd be quicker to catch your lies
But like time I cannot be turned
Though the words you said were not your own
I pray one day to take you home
Categories:
uncarved, absence, dedication, lost love,
Form: Blank verse
Well, beyond this heavy metal
of the wild hellish ghetto
of my uncarved unsculptured motto
breaths,
the soft air of hope
Todays, yesterdays …………. and
Tomorrows there shall be.
Like a fresh new chick of this present day,
Like a man who has seen so much wickedness and pain in the past
I shall like a soldier on war, anticipate for tomorrow afresh.
Ready and gaiety with my weapon
At ease and heed in my soul
Healthy and hearty for my wonderful days
For I shall see beyond my cave
For my destiny to have my wave.
Written between 2000-2003
Just the young thoughts of the young mind
Categories:
uncarved, desire, freedom, hope, uplifting,
Form: Verse