Poetry Collection #1
Alice Scarlet Death
Deciding to get into poetry again. I’ve always been reluctant to share my poems because I understand that proper poetry is hard to get exactly right. However, if I let that attitude get me down, I would never publish anything!
With that in mind, my poetry is for fun. It’s little creative twitches I get now and then. You can enjoy them or lament at their sophomoric quality. Either way, here they are:
Under and Umbral Moon
The tides of emotion stir me
They crash into me like eternity
As the current pulls me in
I lose myself to the meloncholy sin
My love is a barren woman
Heartily ploughed, but ne’er life within
I am my own seed!
I am my own germ!
Dare I say I blossom?
I was once afloat, but now, the bottom.
Cascades of tears flow across my face
I scream, I shout, but it still does not satiate
Stars forget me, but the moon is in need.
For I may be dead, She is full term.
A Madrigal of Melting Stars
Pelted by the long arm of the sun
He holds me close in His bosom
the everlasting radiance fills my heart
Then everything started fucking…
MELTING
And I was like whoah.
WHOAH.
The Eucharist
Let this bread be the body of god
-They say
There is no god but man
-They say
From one god to another
What glorious rapture to be devoured!
Burn me to ashes!
Do not scatter me
Mix me with oatmeal and honey
Consume me, every inch
Lavish in the remains of mine human form
Rejoice! Take your share of of this beast
From one god to another
include me in this most holy recipe
Absolute
My eye are bleeding
I can see clearly
My throat is lacerated from knives
I can shout louder than before
My stomach has been ripped out
I could eat everything
All dials head toward zero
Yet I am stronger than ever
This dead god is revived again
Vibrant in Her ways
Because even in death
an absolute number is always positive
As I endeavor to die daily
I know I will only be born again
Mary, Siren of Dire Blood
As the needle punctures my chest
I cry out in pain
But I know you love me
You always have and will
When the rope tightens against my thigh
its warm embrase is a hug from your heart
When the leather slaps against my back
the heat sears into my essence
When you punish me, I smile
I know I am yours
When you put me on your surgical table
You inspect me like a patient, but I am more
You show me you love me
in ways a carnal congress could never express
