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~johanne~

One melodious strum on his guitar

sang arduously in to my heart

and with the murderous faint of his voice,

my world seemed all in motion.

All else was a  squabble of noise

blending into the charcoaled air

His songs were etched of glasses,

cutting through thick mists of red rain.

I see his music swirling about my head,

ransacking another serenade’s stead;

endowing life to the ones that were dead

and the living all have gone to fled.

His gaze burns the veins under my skin

and bursts of a billion cries within.

every strand of my hair yearns for him

like my life siphoning out of my dream.

That dream where rockers and cosplayers

conquered, stripping me off my dress.

Stepping like a mile closer to his oblivion

They hail me Queen, chasing my Ascension.

Where he would be with the twilight

waiting for my Resurrection. And

we would sing and make love until the

breaking dawn kisses the dead of night.

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INOCENCIA

 

Inocencia”

Little lady, how delicate
you are! How ablaze and yet
luscious are those devil red
lips. How aflirt those lashes
and dancing are those
finger tips.

Little lady how lovely
you are! How serpentine is
your body and how your
eyes dazzle me. How insane
you drive me and how your
perfume smothers me.

But little lady how
bittersweet you are! Your hazel iris
stream anguish and
your melodious voice had
perished. How grieving
is that heart!

My little lady still how
divine you are! Though now
pale are those lips ad white
is your skin. Though glassy
are those eyes and yet are
still engulfed in dream!

My little lady, fair bud
crushed. Fragrant breath
left a final hush. Small
hand held the dagger, lust
it commands. Little lady
lathered the blood on her
Devil’s hands.

I wrote this when my friend was sexually harrassed by her step dad. I didn’t exactly knew the feeling but it devastated me so badly. She was safe, but she was no longer happy. There used to be a smile on her eyes. And I’m afraid I can never see that smile again. Inocencia…

 

 

DARK ROOM

 DARK ROOM

When some take their blades onto

Their children, and flee away a

Redeemer, or a sane less man and

Corrupted, from sidewalk Asylums.

Dare not breathe for me, I shall

Damn that mercy. For never shall

I be sorry, for my crimes and misery.

 

But amidst it all, how could you bleed

For me? For I care not nor think about

It. So pierce your eyes and kiss me

Now, and lay eternal on your

Hospital bed. Because the bleeding

Begins about now.

 

Let us toast for the hell that I am in.

For the angels, and the demons and for the

Vampires that I’ve been. Let us toast

For tyranny, no remorse of apathy.

There is no road that I’m going,

That I have never been.

 

 

Does anybody care to see what’s going on with the world..? We kill in order to stay alive. And people breathe in order to bleed for the salvation of evil..