A Halloween Poem 2014A Halloween Poem 2014I find myself, upona tableA lifeless corpse, completewith labelAnd as, my icy heartstarts beatingI feel, that it is DeathI’m cheatingAnd even though, my bloodis clottedAnd somehow, it plops outmy carotidMany things, I beginto feelAwaking from, a dreamso realAs I begin, to releasemy painA heavy thought, stirringinside my brainDo nightmares in, the darknesscreepAwakened from, theireternal sleepAm I, the beastunder the bedThese racing thoughts, beatthrough my headWill I begin, to losecontrolOr did Heaven, simplyreject my soulWas my death, buta spellOr has this Earth, becomemy HellThe electricity, comes racingbackSome strange, reversedheart attackI try to quiet, my pulsingmindPerhaps fate, meant meonly kindAm I on, my deathbedmeantTo receive, this divine, derangedpresentI close my eyes, incontemplationAnd drift into, this warmsensationAnd as I, fight backmy tearI wrap, my hopesaround my fearAnd steady, my f
The TreeThe whisper of the windThe crackling of leavesShivering at the chillOf each and every breezeThe tracking of the timeWhat once was green is brownThe darkness seems to spreadIn natures rotting frownThe darkness of the woodThe spirals and the turnsIn a heart of oakUnfettered by the burnsThe timid light of lifeDancing around its barkWithout a fuel, it burnsStalking in the darkThe dark fruit of the toilsIt’s weathered many moonsWriggles full of pusEating at its woundsThe lonely sound of deathGnawing at the rootsSilencing the growthRendering it mootA gloomy lullabyThe branches cradled tightAs it pulls me in its armsFalling into night
The Starving PoetThe Starving Poetby Jade Luke copyright 05-09-2008Ah! A starving poet and the things he’s heard.A starving poet who won’t eat his words.For he knows them all to be trueHis claims about people and the things that they doThere they lie both beneath the coversDreams of being true to yet anotherSo far away from each otherAh! the things they do.They speak of love about which they’ve heardThe story changing with every wordUntil the story sounds absurdAh! the things the poet’s heard.The vows of faith to a loverShooting hearts where they hoverThe thrill of cheating with the other.Ah! the secrets the poet discovered.They brag about being freeTeaching children and friends who to beThe world revolves around “we”Ah! the things the poet can see.They’re building up a wallSo they can’t see others fallThey bow to the many, have all the world crawlAh, the starving poet; he pities them all.
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