This place is set to sink
The message on the soap bar reads
E
S
C
A
P
E
The ghost in the mirror says the same
Snuff out the circus
From steering wheel
One hand will surface
No face but purpose
Maybe John didn’t pray hard enough
He didn’t crawl hard enough
He didn’t bawl long enough
Maybe John had given up…
I’m taking out the trash –
The neighbors “entertainment” blaring from the car window is worse than what’s in the bag
Children are heroin to a pedophile
You shouldn’t leave ANY MAN alone with a child (public counts)
They do it in a crowd
Avoid the stock market
Unless you want –
Your savings to plummet
The way that monster extended his hand for me to walk
The trust it took to cross
He stands in the doorway
Dressed as darkness
As death
Thick as a highway
He rides
Like chance is his market
In a blacked out Chevy
Crying my name
I read through the fine print
You must’ve gaslit
Or put an asterisk*
Chill out babe
People need to eat
They should be chasing me
Like a current
But the crickets are chirping
And nobody knows it
Green yellow red
Tartan
His favorite, he said
Final curtain call
Last watch before the fall
He treated her with little worth
Even when she showed him mirth
On a broken earth
Going out on top, in the middle, or none
It’s all the same sum
He said he needed her
She prepared for the apocalypse
The lies eclipsed between his lips
Lunar light from fingertips
You wanted –
You were denied
Like spear in side
Not dignified –
Hope you like the ride
Today I asked myself, “are you okay?”
But the reply was, “I’m not sure…”
(Tell God I’m lost)
Kidnapping season has arrived
Better hide so I don’t die
I fell so far down the rabbit hole
I nearly lost my soul
The Devil greeted
Said I looked mistreated
Gave money then pleaded
“I’m welcome when needed”
(True stories from the pawn)
🙂
We wipe every trace
Of any mistake
They tremble when I enter room
Eyes spell doom
Searching soon
But for who?
“Are you feeling suicidal or homicidal today”
MY LABS ARE FINE
You lie, I lie. Eye for an eye.
Professionally paranoid
Not me, another boy
At least one is getting paid for
“Life jackets worn
Nobody mourns”
But my vein pours
I’m the Queen of Thorns
Some of these poems deserve their own little graveyard.
Queen of Thorns – Merrie Magdalene – maybe God wants me with no man
I missed his cues. Trembling in my blues. Set a trap or two.
Does he know how hard it was
The darkness
He wanted to turn me into haunted
Thanks for cutting the cord on us
You were really dangerous
He’s unstable
Like a megabomb unlabeled
He cut the cable
He’s so ungrateful
But gave me the label!
He pulled the plug
Couldn’t handle my love
Thinks he’s so smug
But I laid the bug
Lesson comes from above!
Sucker!
GENX – the absolute favorite
“FAIRLY YOUNG – not 400 pounds” (could he be anymore of a pedo tho) (asking for a friend)
(Sorry – autism is real – my thoughts have sound)
His hand is cruel
But the trap I laid was too
There was never any other
The devotion was always him
Every single hour
I had given in
Money in the wallet
Money in the bank
Money sweet like chocolate
Money in the safe
The self-sabotage trap was set
It shone like gold
To a thief – made his tongue wet
He lost his foothold
Have I won the bet?
Did his black heart fold?
THE DEVIL STUDIES ME
What deed does this warrant?
Keep my soul stored in storage
I NEED A FOREST
His hand is too stern
For an Angel
He should’ve waited his turn
He’s cutting lines in hell
“Not competing”
Even when I’m dreaming
Though I don’t know his face
Or where I’m leaning
You terrible fool.
She complained but then
He had her condemned
Didn’t like her dreaming
Couldn’t call her friend
This page no longer exists
You’re careless!
You’re not a king –
Your word doesn’t mean a thing!
Disgusting john
Gone first dawn
Dream was wrong
He’s a moron
Dreams and fantasy do not occur at the same interval
Dreams in mirror are closer than they appear
How to get rid of a ghost during a self-sabotage attack:
- [ ] Step 1 – tell him/her you dreamed of another
No child left behind
Except –
I’m in decline
Falling further in line
You need me so bad huh
Prostitutes are the only one to see your face (get dinner too)
“God isn’t here”, he implored!
But did I not give him everything he was asking for?
Endless love –
But still I gave him more.
No one can join, no one can leave
Thank you for releasing me
To the wildebeests
To the north and east
Do you love me least?
Despite all them hours given –
I didn’t earn enough to maintain my blog or equipment
Unlike the prostitutes you are paying – a decent living…
TO ALL – the shoe fits
“I’m not gonna make it”, she cried
“I know”, he yelled, as he cut the line…
(People never mention that he loved her from the moment she walked in the room and said “no you’re not” or that he killed that one guy closer in order to save her, or how the dad said he should be making babies and he next found her on a wild excursion – love is the anomaly sure sure)
Will she even be alive when he gets there, or will she too be crushed by a landslide – like how he cut the cord on her – to fall into a black hole – Murphy’s Law – gotta leave something behind
God gave him everything
Including an an angel with imperfections
The way other poets had written
She made him smitten
Left her in a ditch then
Rode away with his riches
Wondering if love’s where he’s wishing
The endless bitches…
Who gave him the right to punish her with such effect that her wings were stripped and her gift neglect?
He cut me loose
Didn’t know what he would lose
She was an angel in hell
Half-virgin
Overworked and overburdened
Though lesson not emerging
His hand reflecting serpent
Now heaven can’t be summoned
She fell down in a pit of despair
Called a timeout –
He responded, ‘fuck off farewell’
You foolish fool
Pride got best of you
He cut his only lifeline to heaven
Didn’t to count to seven
Three times I would be denied
Stayed by his bedside
Over mortified
Underpaid but hoping he was satisfied
Now contemplating suicide
He pulled the plug
While I was alive and breathing
Telling world what all was needing
To keep on being
Did you forget your heart or something?
Lying on the floor?
All I hear is banging –
Coming from my door.
You’re not anyone to build a foundation with –
Because you have money
I have a little bit
The fat sun hung its head lowly
The answer is still no
Keep knocking though
He doesn’t know if he made the right decision – and he’s right – he really didn’t.
The way hopelessness trickled like a wave
I watched him climb into our grave
Facing death I’m brave
All I can do is turn away
You don’t know what you’ve done
Immaculate fool
Trap set for one
And in you flew
He needed me daily
So I pulled away greatly
Especially what I learned lately
How they pay prostitutes for “dating”
The way you left
In uncertainty
Waving like a theft
But claiming clarity
The world ain’t paradise
He misreads my lines
We’re wrapped in knives
Covered twice in lies
Shared finances?
Forget about it –
More like failed romances,
Where I commit.
Hard cock but weak heart
He left me with nothing
Took the rainbow and the rope
I’m barely coping
Took the boat
See him atop the waves floating
Going directions I ain’t going
Some days you gotta stay down
He had a speedboat
She had a canoe
He cut the cord
Near the waterfall, too
The Devil –
I didn’t know he was so easily triggered –
Who would have figured?
Excuse me,
I’m in the middle of self-sabotage,
Why are you requesting access?
What now honey?
You broke the truce
He fell into my trap
And that’s a wrap
Ask him why I left (he’s bereft)
Fuck! Why is he knocking?
Hasn’t he just left?
He hasn’t been far walking!
And now he’s got requests!
I shared special parts of me
I never shared with anyone
He took advantage of my generosity
Now he’s on the run
Our city is a barren waste
With heart like desolate rock
In a howling state
Give me the glock
I thought I could never live without “man’s best friend”
Until he turned demented
Hailed from a demon
A head that’s fed
I loved you
Any way possible
There wasn’t any doubt
A wide open ocean
There wasn’t any drought
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2 responses to “Lunar Light (poetry)”
wow! Very powerful words, and poems! Thanks for sharing these!
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Thank you for reading!
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