Words Much Like Poetry

once upon a morning of desperate fervor born of rage and thundering menace oddities ride the shadow of a bloody sunrise anger ignites my soul to blazing brands this world of cruelties and untold woes my ire consumes to righteous ashes avenges the fracture of innocent gems tears down monoliths of pain the fantastic shroud falls from a waking vision of fiery wrath and unreal yearning to be endowed as the powers that be that possess me in the wake of humanity's agonies

he walks the empty filled streets, hearing only the echo of his footsteps amid the thunder of a thousand walks. there exists only himself, haunted by a deep loneliness. an empty heartbeat is his only companion. it has been a year since sadness befell him, and the magic of the enchanted stirred within. how can days be so empty, yet teeming with life? oh how the halls echo in his empty cry. her image haunts him, and agony halts his step, heavy and daunting. she is his destiny, and she denied him he cannot have another, her place can never be filled when will this road paved with pain ever end? the hopes within have withered, there stands only a weeping willow amidst.the future only reveals darkness, he sees not a minute to it.the shadows play pranks creeping about, shaping her ghoulish figure. the air of fairy wood paints her vividly in his mind. he longs for his tribulations to empty forth in a flood, but not even a trickle will oblige him.the coffers of the weeping will offer ...

my muse, my inspiration, the grail from which flows my youth, why have you abandoned me? what has chased you away? I am crippled, limping - my mind travels to the depths of a broken spirit in search of you. why have you abandoned me? all I have left is your residue. I am incomplete. I know not true joy when you are gone. jubilation dies as it bursts forth aborted by pain. I will the ground to open up and swallow me every time I cannot find you. you used to tell me jokes, and hilarious notes. you used to make me smile by myself when you reminded me of pranks past. return to me, only you can heal me. I will go to the ends of the earth to search for you, if that is what it takes. I would tear out this aching heart that locks the door to your prodigal return, but it is where you reside, it is from where you feed my happiness. Return grace unto me, erase this nightmarish agony that haunts my waking moments. whisper distractions into my ear, I need them, this pain consumes my every smile. re...

upon this highway of assumed privilege I walk , not yet fully realized, the miracle of my existence grace accorded me from birth , a richness in poverty bequeathed. I watch as earth wealth souls hurry past me and stumble, they look to me with eternal pain my feet are bare and cracked, I curse my lack of treasure and never notice the velvet path laid for me I watch vanity filled souls stagger past and fall into endless chasms, yet I curse my lack of charm and attraction I long for these empty fatal pleasures. my vision is veiled, I fail to see those who walk upright are crippled, their souls imperiled they ride a juggernaut to impending doom one from which painful lashes and love have held me from the path is snatched from beneath when an epiphany opens my eyes to the world and realize I must now build my own path lest I stumble to the sidewalks of lackluster I realize I must rescue the fallen in my path and rekindle their passion for living share in the sheer joy of lack, and its mi...

scripted predestinations equations and revelations bombard my mind, I cannot hold the weight. company bequeathed me, a fresh page of hidden words and mysteries. the quill of life writes unexpected verses, full of anathema and exclamations. destiny and fate, a writ the heavens scribe. my heart stands upon a rail, I am not allowed to deviate from the path. of beauty and fragrance, vanities and sweet palpitations, I partake. the road to agony is predestined. control has been denied me. I am drunk from this elixir, addiction to it will be my undoing. like a moth I am pulled toward the light, my fatal attraction. words tear upon my soul, every letter a stake to my heart. all grows dark, my path a road of spikes. the cry unscythe me before I bleed out release me, I choke at the tether unchain me, the iron burns breath to me, this lack light suffocates me

ritualistic conferences, and coaxed sentiments. the moment gains momentum, and she becomes iridescent. toasts weave the air with mystery while all else fades, fatalistic pairing grows beneath. adoring mists waft by and gives them wings. songs of the butterfly's flutter cajole their souls to intoxicating heights. time stops and the stair to cupid's nest seems never ending. the mystery of her skin is unhidden, as silk hugs, pouring down applauding goosebumps. she purrs a murmur as fingertips call silently to hidden depths, streams of titillation flow from her every pore. a squeal escapes her as eddies travel up her spine. a whisper of vanities heralds a pain that bursts forth with pleasure. upon the feathers she is laid, mystery heightened by her closed curtains. the buds upon her bosom rise to meet ice. the fires within burn at it, water flowing to drop on velvet petals, glittering like dew. with a parting, the flower blossoms, and the honeysuckle hovers close to consume the eli...

the ground waves to salute my succulent bliss its accent not without an unheard scream the gauntlet has been served, its rim I will kiss the portal to my waking dream sirens call to me why will that record not cease to repeat? my sorrows chime and won't let me be I will be naught to defeat I go up the upside down stair heaven will be my hell despair my repair will conundrums my fortune tell? The never ending spiral my straight upon the brink tribulations pour up to me across the chasm I need a street darkness boils scalding my glee The path goes straight back to itself sanity dogs me, taunting me to desperation the ladder is too short, and reason stands upon a shelf save me from this labyrinth of desecration!

this elation is a beautiful high. I do not want it to go away it is a rare gem to find this laughter within longs to bubble out into the world and rain on everyone The tiny smile in front of me gives me this simple joy her laughter touches the darkness in my soul and takes it away her innocence is my second chance and her eyes melt my every worry tears well up in my eyes and I cannot hold them back I take her and hold her close to me and she holds my cheeks with both hands I look at her and wonder if she understands she touches her forehead with mine and smiles another bout of beautiful joy bursts from within me and I start to laugh she looks bewildered for a moment then starts to laugh too a beautiful tiny laugh that grows louder as I spin, holding her up high and in that moment, nothing else matters, she is my second chance ........ my saving grace

the air is slightly stale, and I am surprised I do not grimace to it. at least the floor is not very cold and I wonder at its rough comfort. the smell of leather will be my companion tonight for it is from the one solid thing I own here. the yearning has not subsided, in fact, it is more intense now. I choke at the consequent emotion, and anger rises up my throat and I wonder if tears would help. I know they will not come to me, they have not for a long while. I blink at the darkness, willing my eyes to glue shut and for a second I muse at the curiosity of a certain mystery.... at which point my mind screams for light, but in a hushed voice, barely audible from even within me. the thirst for it is a contradictory need, as I yearn for this stifling darkness to swallow me. the leg jerks at a touch, just as virtual grace steals me away into the summer heat, into square pavements bustling, breathing and alive... they will not come to me, and I shut my eyes so tight it hurts. a different br...

by Kerri Miller I am withstanding the fire of lies you have thrown against me. Charcoaled black I stand firm upon what is real. The deceit you spread comes toward me with little effect or emotion on my part. I am separated from you forever, I dwell with the trusting and pleasant, not the vindictive and dishonest. Affected? Sure I am. But it feels so much better being away from you than it did having you near. Your mouth pronounces words of gossip and you speak of things you have no idea. It was only one day that you were my disaster and now it’s a new day; with my life ahead of me I walk firmer than ever more aware of what not to do. Given the ability to see inside people’s hearts I looked at yours and everything was black and why would anyone want that? 12-04-03 Image: Petr Kratochvil, Flames, Public Domain Pictures.net

in all its unscrupulous splendor and the pleasures of plunder it deprives me of my tranquility with its treacherous virility I am bathed in its eerie mists intoxicating and enchanting it persists yet without substance and respite my very being pursues it despite the withdrawals agonizing and crippling all is dark in the moment, the abyss grappling then a momentary silence of the moan with a faint hope it'll last past the morn