some other poems

Mar 08, 2005 23:17

Goodbye Life:
In misty colored dew drops
I watch my life go by
Wishing I could go back
I begin to cry

My room is filled with roses
Their sent flies about the room
My family is all here
I know the time is coming soon

My eyes begin to close
As I start to die
I never knew how hard it'd be
to have to say goodbye

Anne Frank's Star
The silence is loud enough to hurt your ears
And I strain to catch even the slightest sound
The faces about me mirror a yellowed look
Like a piece of white meat left out in the sun for to long
You can smell the fear
It drops down my face in rivers of sweat and tears

They are coming for us

I grip the six pointed star hanging at my throat
Not breathing
It pierces the soft skin of my palm
Imprinting itself onto me, yet again
Jew it screams

I hear the boots clobbering over the cobbles
The shouts of angry voices
The sound of a door splintering
Crying out in agony as it crashes down from its hinges
Then only soft footfalls that sound so heavy in the darkness

Blood drips slowly down my fingers as the symbol of my faith
Presses deeper into my youthful flesh

It's so red in the midst of only grays and blacks
Red as fire
Red as a rats eye
Red as the sky before a storm
Red running down my hand
Gray climbing up the steps

Closer they draw
My blood pooling still
My heart beating wildly
My eyes peering into the darkness
Seeing everything and nothing at once

My eyes flicker like the candle
Left burning in the dark
I watch the flames dance
Sending sporadic shapes along the wall

I can hear them drawing closer
Just as the shadows have
Merging together like some great beast
Only half hidden from my glazed eyes

The darkness envelopes me and I'm falling
Then a light
Deathly bright
Trickles through the hidden doorway
My face burns in the pale white light
Before a figure comes to stand in front of it
His demon shadow falling over me

The candle flickers brighter
Sending a beam of light over the swastika
embossed on the gray suit before me

then the light is blown out

A remembered love:
Sweet lips that taste of honey
and dew upon rose petals
sweet and silken to my touch
warm rivers of chocolate fill his eyes
and I drown in them
in the darkened water of his eyes own sea
the warm depths of them pulling me farther
and farther down into their night darkened waves
I'm dying in his eyes
but I do not fight to live on
I do not battle the murky shimmering water of his eyes
for they are only taking me to heaven
and I am willing to go

Off Air Love:
your name radiates through my mind
cutting of its function to think clearly
you make me fuzzy
my eyes register thoughts as static
off air television channels at 3am
blackness with bits of flashing white
but I don't attempt to turn the channel
I don't mind being muddled by your every word
every action, every sweet moment with you
cause even with all the static
I feel as if my heart is finally clear
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