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Eli Darcy Poem
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Raucous winds sweep pristine waves
against gods' sepulchral canvas as
stagnant, sharp wings' frames rose from malnourished hearts;
ends of elongated crosses marked beginnings
of rotten, venomous roots plugged into dead matter.
2.
Hollowed caverns invaded by calloused fingers
coaxed bitter nectar and pellucid beads:
thus, gashed, aqueous sacs polluted by darkening crimson
rolled down the silken passage.
With each bite, a story is devoured as
monotonous beats of the gnawed linger in the air,
a saccharine image of carnage and raven barbs.
3.
Rough trunks and polished branches - that reached for the fleating dark
blended into mirrored snowy and sickening magenta -
tell stories of woven arrows of bleakness and despair,
a myriad of similar, blurring threads plunging:
upon the lost and benevolent,
upon the putrid and vice,
nonchalantly.
4.
Yearning, bony grip interrupted hasty steps;
despite their current state,
these wane pits easily found mine
(like never before)
their intimate, lost vigor fueling my disdain as
superficial longing clashed with a guarded soul
finally certain of similarities and your self-induced downfall.
Copyright © Eli Darcy | Year Posted 2024
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Eli Darcy Poem
Delicate fingers gripped the slender neck firmly-
after soft, full lips caressed cold, wet flesh desperately-
whilst deep breaths were taken forcefully;
yet suffocated moans and screams pierced discordantly
heavy silence.
The now despised and trembling cold embrace
lost its hold, thus allowed discoloured hands to bring it over the edge,
clouded head hitting the hard, wet surface - screams amplifying-
drops from his hair falling on contorted, pale face
mingled with the infinity of pure particles and rosy paint.
Time remained in its place after the moans ceased to pollute tranquility
while witnessing the spasming body beneath
and crimson blending, overtaking and spreading into vitality;
cynical gaze never faltered.
Copyright © Eli Darcy | Year Posted 2024
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Gazing at the transgressive, monotonous (yet awake) mundane-
burning cheeks, bottles empty of holy blood
accompanied by slurred atonement lost in soft wind
persevered; untainted discovery by foolish hopes and dreams
cleansed the heavy mind -so long ago-
(absorbed by a double cornered blue piece
forced by trembling, febrile fingers onto a middle,
claustrophobic gap in the puzzle.
The same calloused fingers left the piece fall onto
tarnished tranquility and stone grass below...
the puzzle followed shortly after.)
While clouded heaven mirrored into precious jewels,
supposedly suppressed insects' buzzing swirled into murky abyss,
sojourned into presumably bright surface
creating crass, frustrating bruit,
as haunting salvation and self induced divine commitment
tried to coerce only to be swiftly swapped
by the animalistic surviving instinct
mistaken with prideful self-controlling nature.
Adverted, hazy scrutiny wandered off prosaic cacophony
whilst cold, pristine, heavenly blanket
hid the fallen form from noisome stares...
Crimson flooded, trembling, twitching limbs
reached weakly to the faint bloodied heaven
reflected onto cheap emeralds;
only the gelid and chast dare to purge them.
Copyright © Eli Darcy | Year Posted 2024
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Eli Darcy Poem
On supposedly eternal shore,
steps purposefully wander as they did before not long ago
when existence swoop with the bow over strings-
its created harmony an unseen, camouflaged racket-
where trampled and washed sand
allowed more human traces - inexperienced and confident -,
unlike the possessive waves and foam
who's stones shall not be tainted by the joyful rays or incarnadine.
Memories, new chains, recall
a suave voice and an uncertain ( expected ardous), yet determined one
piercing the darkness; when torment inside and out
covered minuscule, clingy fragments of hope/optimism;
where rusty vision scrutinized distant gas spheres, contemplating.
When chocolate eyes gazed at the timid orb hiding its ablazed cheeks into azure - familiar scenery, unexpected mise-en-scène -
let an suppressed thought take over: they'll never witness nature's paintings again.
Copyright © Eli Darcy | Year Posted 2024
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