CemeterySound Poetry
 

Welcome to a look at my insides.

Awaken ~
 

Awaken

Good Morning my sweet self,

Again the soft struggle
of the moon
this morning has been
to beautiful for mere and breathless
words


The more time I spend
in the jewel of your dawn
the more I find myself


Too often I replace..

Forfeit the sun,
for this darkness here makes
freedom in me


The pale contrast
of my skin beneath
these shattered intentions

and

suspended constellations
keep exhaling, giving me
peace

I am a million stars!

Sand covered fortunes..

Bright as the the infinite
key that keeps opening the sky
for my heart to speak


I look no further than my
own fingertips

good morning boy

The Route Of Evil
 

Route of Your Evil



I know
who you
think you
are

but

in essence
you are an
illness

A heartless disease
spread by
your
wanton selfishness to
destroy the
gift of human
love and
trust

I feel your feet
settled against the walls you created

trying

to kick it loose
blaming the bricks that
you alone
stacked so high that even
in regret
you cannot see over to
find yourself

Your pain
is
a Beacon though
the light is just another

lie

You expect people to eat
and be satisfied
with the taste

It's murder
the way you tug
at the strings of

this

beautiful heart I have for unlike me
it is forgiving

I bet the silent
shame
is screaming you to sleep
for the miles of
ache
you have delivered to the
highways of another's trusting heart

The Route

Of

Your Evil

~Bloom
 

Like a Flower



I can be replanted



Like a flower



that did not get



proper care





I can be



dug out by



hands so careful



and



dirty



and



strong





I can be moved



to tears



by verbs and



empty desert



caves within



my



painted on heart





I can hold the shovel



slowly break



this earth of



my skin,



my mucsle



and



bone



I can be replanted

Left to Write
 

My cheeks
burn
crimson
watching You

with nervous graveyard eyes


Am I left where this is?


My heart
is trapped

beneath
the sound
of
Your cemetary
silence

This is where I am left


The length of my
shadow
erotic deviance
remains untouched
by


bitter loveless
hands

Stripping from me my honor
freedom of filth
love
and
sky


Left Where I am
this


Drop the shovel if You
must

But I. .


I refuse to be covered

in the dirt

of Your
insecurities this time



This is where I am

Left

to

Write

Empath~
 

And there You stood

A Beacon

A Mirror

An Effigy

of
wicked broken
stars you
have one handedly
plucked
from an amber Moone
sky

The reeling and
screaming
nurtures
the
sutures
within
that muscle
they try to
call a
heart

The hours melted
like the heat
of a young lovers
promise
that dripped faith
into veins under flesh
that murder
and
madden
the purist
of minds

Arms raised
in defense
of your
embrace
smoke curling century old
tendrils of flames
in your wake

I can still the vision
the Hell
You became

as You let go

O'q, you are sharing your soul with us. Thank you

Much appreciated V~ There will be more.

~Soldiers
 

Soldiers



From a
black rain we
surface

War torn tattooed wings
drawing You
tenderly beneath
the intimacy of purple hearted
sighs

Apologies
whispered in hot battered breath

Swollen
heart beats
above silent
mouths that darken corners of
this
intricate love

I shake my feathers and hold
You so
fucking
close

Neverminding the napalm taste
of Your
wounded kiss

Savored*S
 

thanks betrue <3

BundyEsque
 

I am

sailing



Beneath heart's

rotten
soil



Sunken ship

of stolen

jewels



Rusty tide meets

trembling digging

hand



Exhuming earthly

waves



A thousand leagues

under the
leaves



Apron tied

with loving care



Bones half mast

like sticks
and

stones



Where taking a
breath

never hurts
again

~LessBreath
 

Reign against
the shackled
Moon of my
body



Seperated sighs beneath
my clumsy kisses



Filtered
snapshots blink in and
out and in
again



Silky crimson
sheets
crumpled and
cornered



Quicken
me into the
storm of
Your
hands



Devil's god
is borne
breathless
between
my thighs




Sweet
murder above
me with Your hurricane
demands



Freedom rings

Your words and your release are powerful ... well done!

This is My treasure... to have stumbled upon these words...

Writing for oneself to cope... or writing to share with another to help them cope.. is your greatest gift...to yourself and to others

Distance
 

A Red Dawn is settling

against

the backdrop

of your eyes





I see now the echo

was trapped inside

all this time





I shake with mirrors

and

miles and fight to hold on

these whispers that leave me raw


Open



If i am sick than so be it
As i have said before

It is my illness, my suffering



Mine Mine Mine



I won't hide in the cold

shadows of

anxiety and dawn



Smoke curls around my

hand splashed with

poems of my disease


Oh Lover

There is nothing but songs

and plush hearts

beneath these eyes



A brilliance

that when I press my face to it

becomes a flower



These woes

and

words in your absence
catching and releasing

my disease into the frigid
Sun is



Love




Damn the distance

Thank You.. this is what I write for. Your appreciation is well seen.

Just(Us)
 

Plush heart in hand I

make

waves into letters

that curl into Your name



My fingers brace it,

knowing that to break it

would be

a thousand deaths for my own



I want to absorb it



Cradling the velvet muscle

I bring it to life



and



heal every fracture

with soft kisses,

murmurs



My lines are drawn

against the beat of chest..

so effortless it is to be



enslaved

by this moment



The camera flashes

imperials of sun- scorched beauty

to capture my intent



So unreal


Even I know I am asleep

Structural Serenity
 

Serenity





And I opened up



beneath the calm of Your words



like a flower



Strawberry red petal



touching upon



Your lips



Tasting of rain



and earth





You pull me



into



The sun of Your



smile and I am



weightless





This heart harvests



and is full



of seeds



for you to grow



on your windowsill







Watch me bloom





Just



Watch me