Never again to know fresh air,
Combing worms from my matted hair.
No one remains who’d ever care —
Tied to my grave, this lonesome baire.
I must escape the sun’s harsh glare,
Tread carefully down crumbling stair,
Descend into my crypt just there,
Where I sit alone in dark despair.
Upon my ancient worm-eaten chair,
Inside my vaulted charnel house lair,
Such a sad and accursed affair —
Never to rest, always aware.
This kind of death is so unfair:
No converse, no song, no whispered prayer.
A thousand lifetimes in disrepair,
Unattended, solus, solitaire.
Harshest sentence beyond compare,
Caught in this endless undeath snare.
Naught to do but eternity stare —
And comb the damn worms from my hair.
Categories:
worm eaten, destiny, emo, gothic, grave,
Form: Lyric
Wistful yearning for an air of trustfulness
Zeus' libido was famed for its lustfulness.
Who saved thugs till all wits were withdrawn?
No farmer ever wiped dew off the lawn.
Nor is tyranny feared or known as grim.
It was a depressing one overall, and dim.
To his love-stricken spirit and melancholy.
He repents of the acts and admits his folly.
Spread the aroma of a worm-eaten shroud.
Unrolled, it breaks or oils shreds in a cloud.
Depression is feared across the nation.
I crave your love; this is my correlation.
Tell me I love you if my mood is gloomy.
I'll be distraught, yet carry that light to me.
With vile lying, you preyed on our feelings.
I'm not retaining them back—it's stealing.
Written: May 22, 2023
( Not For Any Contest)
Categories:
worm eaten, analogy, angst, anxiety, character,
Form: Couplet
Her Side
By Sy Roth
Are they going to die like that?
Expire
Retire
As a broken, opalic string of DNA
Ribonucleic disaster
Worm-eaten womb
Ascerbic molecules.
Who enabled this procreatic mission?
They rimed it with a urine trail
Left --Her side
Discordant disdain
Heeding her rantings.
Across the hall a pink room
Only denoting her sex
Imponderable expressions of emotions
Laid bare among a string of rejections.
It echoes hollowly in the recesses.
She laid WMD traps,
Exploding in sickly apprehensions
A vale of tears.
The sisters fought the battle of Cain and Abel
Smashing their bloodless heads.
The progenitors walked between them
Without trepidation
To the other side
To vanish in a haze of decaying synapses
Leaving behind only questions
Left silent in the detritus of their disdain.
Categories:
worm eaten, age, angst, child,
Form: Free verse
In humans narcissity, indifferent continually partly?
Caring effacing cursing raving
In-continuity..' Maybe? Am I trite?
Light entertainment;T V trials expose's
Speak of sensuality, tease by promiscuity
In a questionable proximity a proxy place
An invisible divide.. Presides rabidity
This is a worn; worm eaten valuless society
That only wants the best for me for you 'so true'
A mark a chip broken mugs, cheer for the
Equality, women fighting like men, tattoss are
A freedom sign? Like the dark aged picts did
Twee do now.' 'meow meow' only the best we celebrate
Till they are unmasked, by the ones so tasked
They are dragged to the courts, where they find
Co-horts; in cahoots with the nobility of sleaze above the judicary
How can they jail these.?
One thing seperates them
Unproven acts, un-found out facts
Without a shadow of doubt.'
Time has the truest shoutout.'
Categories:
worm eaten, abuse, analogy,
Form: Rhyme
I’m surmounted by
age-old anxiety,
and bright dreams of
laying under a stone
to mark my place among
people on every side of me,
worm-eaten and absolutely alone.
I move through the days
in chains of nostalgic tragedy,
with new reasons to bury
beneath the old oaks
with wounded flesh and
all of the things that madden me,
a heavy heart, and a vessel
that has to go.
Categories:
worm eaten, angst,
Form: Rhyme
I once was a beautiful lass
who captured every young man’s fancy
A nymph of the high Southern class
who practiced a belle’s necromancy.
They worshipped my haughty fine grace
they catered to temper and whim
A moment to gaze on my face
sent rent hearts to pain, prayer, and hymn.
But now I lie cold in my grave
festered and worm-eaten I be
With neither a knight nor a knave
to worship or lie beside me.
"Deep Memory" originally appeared in Wilum Pugmire's anthology Visions of Kroy'don (1978) and the same editors ***** Madness (1980). It was collected in The Ghost Garden (Liverpool: Dark Dreams Press, 1988) and in Sorceries & Sorrows (Early Poems) Polk City, Iowa: Chris Drumm Books, 1992, in a limited edition of 100 copies. It's included in my big forthcoming Hippocampus Press collection The Ghost Garden and Further Spirits.
Categories:
worm eaten, beauty, death, grave, lost
Form: Rhyme
I'm tired of fishing for truth,
and catching only,
Worm eaten boots
And plastic flim-flam,
of egotistical minds,
This river is polluted!
With a million fallen dreams,
And spineless fish,
That cannot see,
So I raise a glass
To the strangers.
To the outsiders.
Who swim in isolation.
In deeper darker waters.
Categories:
worm eaten, angst,
Form: Free verse
Belated
confession
won't heal your wounds
I know
My chunk of heartbeats
won't smooth the string
of harp in heaven
I know
Yet
at the feet of your soul
trampled flowers, bleeding
worm eaten olive leaf, wavering
A crow opens burning beak
and gulps the full moon
Categories:
worm eaten, romantic,
Form: Free verse
I knew long ago
Constellations were ancient fairytales.
Carved faith before the diluting of mind;
Myth was our lens when we were blind.
I knew our posted pictures declared
Only immitations of primordial memories.
It was the knowledge that impaired
My judgment; too much logic and histories.
Then came the invention
Of science, and God replaced by arguments
That made of self a convention
That was more than greed, and ligaments.
They told me that stars are plasma balls,
Merely sclerotic gas that enthralls
The star dust longing to return again.
So finetely trapped that I cannot explain
The need I felt each time I pondered
I was born for nothing else but the wonder
Of flesh, and the rubble of feelings.
So I took my trek in search of meanings:
And found
Man is only dust of God -
O better much than that worm eaten sod!
Categories:
worm eaten, death, mystery, god, longing,
Form: Verse
Shamir infection,
wormwood,worm eaten human,
the Souls destroyer...
Categories:
worm eaten, mystery
Form: Senryu