Writings

[Leopardsocks]

This area is looking a little neglected...where are the Laureates?

She watches electronically, digital eye on high alert
Looking for lies and other signs of love
She monitors with her monitor
A webrat working her mouse in dark corners
Looking for prey while watching for predators
Nothing can be true but her perception
Her screen displays nothing but the proof
Madness is her operating system
The latest version: Delusion three point two
Featuring a built in reality
That does everything a defective mind can do
Her firewall holds out treachery whilst permitting access to her lechery
She is omniscient online
No byte eludes her vigilant gaze
Fact does not form from data
In her mind, it does not matter
It’s so easy to reformat or install another CPU
Whilst displaying an error message…
That says “I love you”.

[evs]

lovely:).. yeah we are missing the artisans..

[InkedAngel]

In the night, when the wings of walkers wake....
Breathing quickens ....air thickens....
The brush of breath against skin....
And thoughts ....memories....they take...
Though they steal....and my mind they rape....
I am not afraid....
I welcome each thought brought forth anew....
For in each thought I see is true....
Fast forward....still....
A peace on a hill...
Beneath the branch of water....a mill....
And the breeze washes over me....
A hand I hold.....so warm and true...
Held close to my heart with lips pressed tight....
And home is where my wings take flight....
In the arms of home....

But still....
These walkers unrepentant in their mask....
Brittle words and thunder clasped...
They drill their holes to will not hold...
Buckling the breath of that untold...
In whispered heaps of this I see...
The walker stealing the breath of me...

~Inky

[RW]

Longevity

Always eat your broccoli
Be strong, be primal
Hide behind your bravado
You are Pavlov
You are mine
Ends always come too early
Now too soon becomes ago
So put down that tiramisu

[Leopardsocks]

Flight Of The Damned.

Cawking crows and snorting hyenas pick amongst the carrion
Scattered by innocent angels felled by villainy, from heaven
Sweeping aside limbs and gore, they seek bright jewels and glitter
No guiltless flesh for their hunger, for its taste is too bitter

The outraged audience howls at this base inhumanity
But compassion will never overcome the impulse of insanity
Wild hatred and hellfire now the dark gods in ascension
What depraved lust and hunger fuels their murderous intention

The Beast from the East bellows loud to the West
“It is you who’s to blame for this unconscionable mess”
No blood on its claws, nor guilt nourishing its shame
To this fell creature, dead children are just pawns in its game

Tis said evil prevails when apathy and fear shield our eyes
It laughs and gloats in its triumph above our impotent cries
The senselessly dead will be buried, our ineffectual judgment be cast
And the savages will keep killing ‘til the good breathe their last.

[RW]

Edit - I didn't like it.

[evs]

you are so strict to yourself. so what if it's not perfect, next time it will be. just sayin.

[RW]

I am really tough of myself when it comes to editing. Rarely do I like anything off the cuff but the message in the last one was muddled. I'll get something up in the near future.

[RW]

Ode to The Camera

Oh camera, oh camera
You handheld little eye
If one holds you just right
You'll snap a pretty lie

You make angels out of demons
You turn wide into thin
If you could do that in real life
What a gorgeous world we'd live in

But it's all just smoke and mirrors
Deception has been flashed
You make reality easy to escape
When self esteem has crashed

I'm sorry Mr. Shutter
You are not to blame
It's the drive for fantasy
Shelter from the shame

But snap on they must
At addictive speeds
You see dearest camera
You're all a fat girl really needs

[RW]

Trail of Whispers

Idealistic world, a
Taunting place where
So much strife wrings
The joy from happy hands
Impressing upon lovers a
Menace whose spiteful
Envy screams the song
That possession is the
Ownership of love

…yet remains…

Fields of flowers basking
Under heat lamps with
Colours colliding into
Kingdoms
On the ground we
Find a trail of whispers to
Far better places

But tucked away
In broken boxes
There hides a bondage
Craving to ensure
Happiness remains a sin

[RW]

Soulless Edification

I started reading works of greats
From love lost to pearly gates
I thought myself a writer too
Yet my poems kept falling through
They took away the mystery
For I couldn’t write their poetry
So at night I’d lay in bed
With their metered words instead

Then I turned to science, right and true
From big bangs to bright green goo
For everything there was an answer
From human starts to cures for cancer
Yet science still took its toll
It made me wise but stole my soul

I moved on to theology
Guilt riddled while on bended knee
I spoke to God up on his throne
And in His house felt less alone
All was well while I behaved
But part of me still felt enslaved
They love to hate and hate to see
And that just wasn’t right to me

I went to law, the good and bad
No imagination to be had
Rather than the joy of season
I drown myself in thought of reason
And for a moment I did thrive
But no part of me yet felt alive
Their ways lacked passion, love and heart
And I felt my soul blow right apart

Lost, I sat down in my place
All their teachings did I erase
I left their desks all in their rows
No more Frost or Shakespeare’s prose
No longer had I to impress
Or prove myself under duress
Everything need not intention
Or adherence to their convention
And then came a stark epiphany
Education’s been the death of me

[Leopardsocks]

School's are subversive.

Society is fooled into thinking an "education" is essential to a child's development. It is merely essential to ensure a child's conformity to a broken world.

[bruce]

It just seems that way to those who didn't receive a formal education. Of course it's not essential, a child can be raised by wolves or chimps and develop just fine but he or she will never step out of the jungle:)

I didn't realize you were over here baring your soul. I be back for more laughs:))

maggot!

[RW]

I have an education brucey boy
And it was I who wrote said poem
Now if you write please stick around
Or else head back south to foam

[RW]

The goodnight moon winked a farewell
As she pulled the shutters on a burnt sky
The faint smell of forest fire wafted
Through drafts in the pained glass window
She sat cross legged from her naked self
Tallying her mistakes with tear drops
The soaked paper lost its count at two
She cried until it didn't matter any more
And it didn't matter any more.
She shattered her glass heart on the floor
Laying her bare back on the broken pieces
Until blood flowed beneath her in slow moving rivers
That carried her past her body
Beneath the crack under the door
It pooled around his black shoes
As he shut off the lights wondering
Why he stuck slightly to the floor as he walked away

[evs]

beautiful.. simply beautiful.

[RW]

She was strapped to the stake in the middle of the square
Where she stood with a Da Vinci smile
Muttering the recipe for chocolate chip cookies
That her mom never used to make

She was told to always keep her promises if she could
Even though no one would keep theirs
So she promised away her happiness
And welcomed fear as an every day friend

Once she was forgotten he found her
Her wrists were raw from loneliness
Her hair knotted in a neglected nest
Her lips chapped without ever a kiss

He would sit with her for hours in the dark
Cracking her smile like a frozen river in the spring
And happiness started to creep through her clothes
Clawing, hissing and biting at her chest to let it in

The wee hours of the morning would come calling
He'd promise to return with the seal of a kiss
That would burn her as dread stumbled in
Like a blackout drunk looking to sleep itself off in her heart

Nights grew longer and visits shorter
Days went by then more until he found her
Soiled and alone
Her dirty hands straining for her throat

As she stood tied and gasping for air
With love lodged in her windpipe
She took her last breath
Knowing she kept true to her word

[evs]

your poems are beautiful, only.. could you please write one in which somebody loves her and she doesn't die..

[RW]

Those are in my private collection.

[InkedAngel]

And the wells ran dry....
As I was dying of thirst....
My fingers tracing the cool smooth stones...
Laden with dust...

And I wrote the words upon my skin...
To fill the ache barren of him...
Greedy to feed and drink his core...
And waste not want not...craving more..


As I fell back upon the wall....
It was your chest....
And the fire was burning from within....
Your palm....laid upon the belly of my sin....

Humming the words that had been written...
Walls turned to liquid and I fell to my knees...
Scratching clawing for divine release...
Til you smiled ....and saw pity on me...

Eyes of oceans begging please...
Your fingers entwined pulling me to...
The succour of forked tongue ....
Promise of no release due...

You bent...in a whisper...
my soul stood still...

Drink .... my darling...the devil owns you....

[RW]

As things are relatively calm between us, I'm going to offer you some advice. If you don't want it, bin it. No offense comes with it.

The ellipses are completely unnecessary and distracting. The lines say things that sound profound rather than actually being profound. Everything tends to be surreal without reason. I suggest thinking of it more like a story and write it with a beginning, middle and an end. Every word should be deliberate and tied to your underlying message.

/for what it's worth

[InkedAngel]

Thank you RW. I'll see where that takes me.

[Leopardsocks]

Love and hate, a woman's muse
In rhyme and song, the same old blues
Pain and anguish in torment
The tender of the heart full spent
Emotions guide their hand to write
To tell the world of lost love's plight
Loss and wounds their metaphor
You may not play, but you'll get the score
In their plaintive, selfish verse
They'll tell in detail of their curse
To have loved and lost and paid the cost
And how, like garbage, they were tossed
Crying wolf at every opportunity
Whilst playing victim with impunity
Surely there is greater spur
Than mewling about your flying fur
The world is rich and life complex
We're tired of hearing of your vex
Yes, we know that things go wrong
But can't you play another song?

[InkedAngel]

Bravo

[RW]

From The Broken Cherry Tree

The smell of burned happiness
Sticks thick to the walls like orange tar
Jars of black collard greens sit alongside fuzzy preserved peaches
Dust procreates like horny rabbits on window sills
While germs from sneezes fire fight with mildew spores
Plaster crumbles beneath our sponges
As we wipe over a decade of grime from our walls

A dirty china doll hangs from a broken cherry tree
Playing a sweet pull cord tune
We threw it in the branches
Now the disgusting little thing cries to be held
And stares as we work
With eyes still play in possession
And a soul that has turned like bad fruit

We ignore the little demon
And continue to scour and scrub
Until our hands bleed into our sweat
Boxes and bags and skeletons
Beaten from closets and corners
And still it never comes clean

We finally give up
And leave the house
With its filthy remains and mouldy memories
Empty and heartless
Except for a plastic pink dollhouse
And a blank farewell card

As we walk away hand in hand
We see the ruined doll climb down from its bough
To follow us down the tree lined street
We hold on to each other
And plan a clean future
Free of soiled play things

[Leopardsocks]

[RW]

And I didn't kill anyone this time! Woot!

[RW]

The Watermelons

Remember the time I laid on the floor
Under my desk
While you read me a story about watermelons?
It wasn't actually a story about watermelons
But life was okay for a minute
You remember how life was okay?
I wasn't a bad person then
I was happy in the sun
Until I painted our sky dark
And your voice went silent
Now there are no more stories about watermelons

[RW]

Writing is a wonderful thing.

[RW]

I See It All At the Sink

I see her often at the sink
She pours glasses of water
To wash down pills or life
Sometimes she notices me
Mostly she scans the mountain
Or stares at the sky

I see him rarely at the sink
He lets the dishes pile up
For her to pour glasses of water
To wash down food or life
Sometimes she notices him
Mostly she scans an empty room
Or stares at the door

I see them always at the sink
They wait expectantly
For her to pour glasses of water
To wash down sneaky sweets or life
Sometimes they notice her
Mostly she scans an empty room
Or stares at mess in their wake

As I Wait Silently