Monday Poetry Train - The Drowning

Brand spanking new - still needs edits but throwing it out there anyway.

The drowning

Face pressed beneath the water

Indulging in the sweet sips of your deceit

She dreamed in happy ever after fragments,

Of Ophelia softly singing

And she was kept…

quite willing to believe in anything.

The drip, drip of half-truths

Wrapped in heartfelt sincerity

Her self esteem eroded,

As the ripples of your duplicity

shudder onward, outward…

Dragging her down and down and down.

Heart beat flutters, much too fast

Cracking beneath the pressure

Of pretending her smile hasn’t fallen

Off the edge of the world,

While everything, oh everything is alright…

Trapped in the leaky vessel of her life.

Face pressed beneath the water

Tears dissolving in its watery embrace

Her choice remains steadfast and simple,

Lift herself up and out

or drink deeply of the sorrow…

That will fill her until she drowns.

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Monday Poetry - Great & Terrible Worm

The Great and Terrible Worm

When she was just a child
The Great and Terrible Worm
Slithered its way past the veils
Of innocently dreamt nightmares,
Wrapping her in bitter coils
“Love me, Trust me – for you belong to me”
It hissed in a voice too dark
For a child to hear;
Then embraced her crushingly tight
Breaking all the tiny fragile things
That would rattle broken inside her
For the rest of her life.

When she was still a tender girl
The Great and Terrible Worm
Found her once again,
In a symphony of pitious screams
As it ran her to ground
“Love me, Trust me – For I’ll take what is mine”
It warned with eyes glittering
cold and unfeeling;
As it trapped her in the darkest shadows
Consumed what she refused to freely give
Ripping new holes inside her
That would forever bleed as tears.

When she was a young woman
The Great and Terrible Worm
Polished and painted its scales
Shining with unearthly beauty,
Then curled itself around and in her
“Love me, Trust me – give your heart to me”
It crooned in breathy whispers
Seducing away her fears;
As it drank and ate and feasted
Until fully sated,
Plucking out her heart
Before slithering on its way.

When she was a woman grown
The Great and Terrible Worm
Laid itself in worship at her feet
Worming its way past her shields
With pretty words and promises
“Love me, Trust me – share your soul with me”
It sang in a voice
Too sweet to be denied,
With a kiss full of poison
That she drank greedily with eyes nearly blind
Until the bones beneath them cut her
And she saw the truth between the lies.

When she was an old, old woman
The Great and Terrible Worm
Tried to catch her one last time
But lackluster scales slid from her
Unable to capture and keep her,
“Love me, Trust me – don’t leave me alone”
It cried in hollow echoes
Rising up for once to meet her eyes,
Eyes that reflected the sacred bones
That rattled around her deep inside,
Eyes that were filled with scornful pity
Before she closed him forever from her sight.

Monday Poetry - Distancing

this is an older poem - one that plays with the impact of certain words, how they are treated (symbolic irony there if you read between the lines...heh) and pause breaks, before and after certain words. This one really works better in audio, so pretend you are HEARing it when you read it. :D

DIStancing

lip curls

disdain
a sneer
so smooooooooth
and slicing
i won't feel
the cut –

?startled?

**oh yes**
when blood begins to
flow.

your grail
from which both our lips
drank deeply

~worshipping~
infused
enlightened
heartbound and binding – then

!crushed!

so shiny it shatters

GROUND
underfoot.

frozen

me – my gaze
unforgiving
no more, no.

NOT now

never again
will your gifting
give pain
scald and burn –
….despair…

the past has gone up
in flames.

Pass the marshyMELLOWs
If you please?

Poem - If I knew Then

If I knew Then

if i knew then what i know now

i would have thrown myself

..............against the sky

arms spread wide

wrapped in clouds

as i leapt

.....trusting that life would catch me.

 

if i knew then what i know now
i could have danced wildly

..............wearing a midnight cloak

playing with stars

in fearless abandon

embracing the unknown

knowing

it only hurts for a moment

.....when you fall.

Monday's are perfect for Wicked Poems

Another poem that i'm going to just hack up like a furball... let's see what lands on the monitor, shall we? LOL!

Divinely Falling

Wicked smile and clever hands
you touch me
somewhere {there} deep inside,
those delicious dark places
where my true self hides.

A lovely package
of sweetly kissed control
that batters my barriers
as I struggle to resist
the unresistable you.

Letting you wrap your Self
inside and out of Me
I succumb with a sigh
then a scream of delight...
being bad has never
felt so good.

ahhhhh.... okay, that is not so great, but its all i have for today. i may need to rework this one over for awhile... no pun intended, LOL!

Working poem

And the Twain Shall Never Meet

Roaring rage
fists pale battering rams
held in check, barely,
he stands trembling -
head thrown back
rigid firm unmovable
chained in isolation
on his island for one.

Far, far away
locked behind spidery glass
she watches, unseen,
a ghost of her former trust -
fingers stroking
the tear stained barrier
locking her safely
in place.