Aikko Posted April 27, 2024 Report Posted April 27, 2024 (edited) I intend this to be my main Poetry Dump. I’ll separate them by date and then title bold and underlined. 💜😸 2024.04.26 In the Darkness Deep within, upon a sharp-edged throne of thorns, sat a stone-skinned girl, whose loss no one would mourn. For many years now, this weary sugar soul, Would scrape and toil, beg, bargain and cry, Until the day, come far too soon, those crystal tears had run dry. For what sense makes it, to leave your skin so open to goodbye, When all it takes, is a few tears shed, & the crystals have solidified. If you are solidified, and your skin is hard as stone, Life still has its troubles, but it can never reach the bone. 2024.04.28 Steel Kisses Sharp, cold steel, ground thin as paper, Just a quick, swift peck, opens every layer. Crimson warmth, rubies shimmer, drip and glisten, Their sticky tracks, a steady flowing river, the stony ground to christen. As the frenzied thumps become gentle, even sometimes misses, I rest my head and am thankful for the blissful bite of steel kisses. Edited April 29, 2024 by Aikko New poem. 1 1
Aikko Posted May 10, 2024 Author Report Posted May 10, 2024 Hot Lava The ground neath my feet is sharp and warm, air alive, electric, a current, a coming storm. Clouds of dust choke my lungs, my knees, hit the ground in a crack of sweet release. Flailing, blind, breathless and empty, will there ever be a place for me there, gently? At long last, a flash and then nada, As I wash down the mountain with the rest of the hot lava.
Aikko Posted May 22, 2024 Author Report Posted May 22, 2024 Rage It is hard to breathe, it is hard to think, above the rage, that’s boiling deep. Just let it go, that’s what they say, but how can I when I feel this way? Its pain and anger, hurt and grief, that burns this heart and I crave relief. Why is it those whose hearts are weak, find the ones who will never speak To the trash inside that you keep. Its sharp and rough, cracked and jagged, filled with fissures, ugly, ragged. I don’t want this rage, this nasty feeling, please just take it, I want the healing. I cried and begged, filled with sorrow, screaming please I won’t make it to tomorrow. But this is how it should be, if not cut ties, those are what my head is filled with, all these evil lies. So what do you do with the flames inside? Quench them, drown them, hope they subside? Or are you like the earthen clay…? Will you use the rage and be better today?
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