inflamed by its sputtering,
cavity muttering-
opened by oaken and metal frame fluttering,
lapsing from pavement and pierced into meat.
uttered uncomfortably, aortas ushering,
sizing in varicose clumps that then gush and bleed-
underneath-
addling-
marrow now callousing,
blood pools in pockets that rise then fall avidly,
omen of tragedy-
spilling haphazardly-
out through the holes in the abdomen cavity,
ribs weaving in with the antlers and atrophy,
breaching the velum, the lungs, and the tapestry
matting the fur and impairing anatomy,
mottled in apathy-
unsatisfactory,
violently waning to seize.
soothing the battery
bathed in a subtlety
gathering suddenly,
proboscis covering-
over the spills-
haemolacria bubbling,
butterfly, moth, and diptera now summoning-
spreading, embedding their needles and string.
bleating, unfleeting lachryphagous meaning,
now turning the pool to a flowering weave.
Categories:
unfleeting, violence,
Form: Rhyme
You trembled the morning he asked you for bread,
Unfleeting suspicions raced to your mind,
Your eyes sang prayers,
Prayers they hadn't sung in years,
For the fireworks that you had designed.
Your son had thrown stones at his door,
Laughed at the kohl in his eyes,
But has seen the growing patient delight,
From a time when Taqiyahs did not decide,
A trust borne of painful demise.
The sonorous boom of a detonation,
Red alleys in the streetlight,
Or the delicate emulsion of blood in rain,
Whence left behind their daunting stain,
Had blurred your trusting sight.
The night he returned,
His kohl mixed with blood,
And a cape of colours dressed his skin,
A part of you died within,
A pain in your heart churned.
You touched the ground,
Hoping to clean his blood off the porch,
The stains remained,
You hoped that his body decayed,
But his torso blessed the floor.
The 5 o clock prayers, the ones you loathed,
your ears yearn to touch their notes,
The taqiyah soaked in sweat,
You hold it closer to your chest,
and as soon as those feelings were loaned,
You only found his stolen bone.
Categories:
unfleeting, judgement, loss, pain, racism,
Form: Free verse
Ravens' Passion
by Cate Rock
A safe haven,
Protected by the raven.
All the world mistaken,
My dearest love, the raven.
Drained but beating,
My heart unfleeting.
Death to all thats lost,
Forever my raven, The boss.
Shaped in silk,
Draped in filth,
Yet my raven excepts the torn soul...
My dearest raven,
Speak to me?
Tell me sweet lies
Reveal the hidden spies!
My dearest beloved,
Why can't you see?
I am made for you,
As you're made for me...
My sweetest raven,
You speak not.
But i feel your words....
The pulse within me,
They fill my dark world.
My darling Raven,
Send me in the wind,
Cast me out and watch my journey began.
My lovely raven,
I speak now of my love for who?
My raven, i shall forever worship you.
Submission date : 2009-06-22
Categories:
unfleeting, passionme, me,
Form: I do not know?