Hot Cold

Eyes close

as light flashes

hot; cold

hot; cold

emotions running,

constantly over taking 

the rhyme 

the reason

of believing,

consuming the day 

of an endless dream

soaking in sweat;

hot; cold

hot; cold

the night bleeds

into tears

nearing the void.

fearful of demise

the eyes

must open

as night embarks

through visions told

to cease 

the emotions 

of insanity.  

Skin to Bone (revised)

Skin to bone

peeling back 

the unknown,

frail fragments

falling into black

dissolving into dust

for a life 

that must.

peel the burn away

of the diseased rash,

shredding the decay

of blacken ash,

to renew within

the newborn skin. 

To Be

My thoughts

of you can

no longer be,

for we have fallen

our emotions 

running cold.

Your presence is

no longer a need

nor to hear

your knock at 

my door, 

for my body 

has grown too sore

my mind to numb

to see you again.

I need you 

to disappear

for me to never

again see your face

nor hear your voice,

for as my reality rises

I know we were

never meant 

to be. 

Bending The World

The wind 

angrily beats

in the night

rattling my windows,

the frames 

beating as though 

they will break

but they don't,

they only respond 

to the thrashing 

of the wind

that is angry 

with the world,

so it beats 

against the world 

bending it under

it's rage. 

Skin to Bone

Skin to bone

peeling back

the unknown,
frail fragments
falling into black

dissolving into dust

for a life must

peel the burn away

shredding the decay

of life never living.  

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I am not satisfied with this poem and I am sure that will be either be added to or completely re-written. Let me know your thoughts

The Beast

Earth moves
under feet

tumbling; spiraling

to seek

the mystery
of the evening,
a secret
continuing to bleed 

but never spoken

only to be found
under the belly

of the beast;

guarded between

eyes and teeth

claws tearing flesh
only to forget

oh so easily

the girl,

creeping closer

in the dark

gutting the Beast

as it sleeps.

Domino

She fades
into the sigh

the past

is haunting
the future drowning
emotions running

all spinning

into a moment
of vertigo,

will he wait
for her
in this game
of Domino

pieces standing
waiting for her fall
to collapse

shattering her
in dreams

that undress

in the night

turning into

balls of light

as the sun rises
like a golden god,

emotions running
letting go
into a spiral vertigo,

will he wait
for her
in this game
of Domino
pieces standing

waiting for her fall

will he wait

for her
after the sorrow
into the dawn
of tomorrow
after the woe

of this game
of domino
will he wait

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