As Not to Drift.And if I were to bat an eye I'd watch it slip And pass me by. I'd drift away out to sea And let the waves bury me.As Not to Drift.
Sin.Father forgive me for I have sinned Against myself By adhering to the propaganda And shackling myself to skeletal promises The price of avarice Paid in poisonous leeches That drain the essence of My now-feeble cause They cry ‘treason!’ An eager crowd awaits My split second D R O P The crunching of bones Perverse asphyxiation [Not quite a corpse Not quite a martyr] They peel back their eyelids For the final gasp for life And I, I, I… Let them.Sin.
EscapeShe walks across the water Escaping damnation Praying that she doesn’t falter Running from the flames of incrimination.Escape
She races against the sands of time Thorns prick against her heels. She muddles through the muck and grime But she finally feels.
When Mirrors Speak of Lies.Pallid image mirrored in a cracked vanity Accents the nature of façadeWhen Mirrors Speak of Lies.
Ridden with parasites and bludgeoned By emotional drought How is the seen reflected in the unseen? To be damaged a thousand times
By insufficient communication Driven by the need for self-preservation Unsettles the mind and leaves you blind There is no immunity to this atrophy
When covenants run dry.
| I have been writing since an early age. My love of literature led me to pursue and receive a degree in English lit. I worked for 14 months as a journalist at a local news publication. Poetry has been a hobby of mine. I hope to one day be a published author. |
I Shall Rise Again.
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~P.O.M
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