Liest eternal birth, weighing
upon the mortal heart;
smearing a common earth,
silencing the repine,
dreaming with charm,
tightening a frail rope;
spinning
gazing upon grain.
above such poor ground;
diving into a resent for each morning.
breaking limbs
crunching marrow,
kneading cuts,
slit and open,
mourning and still,
only to have one laying with sharp glum skin;
consuming ill grey fouls,
feigning fallacies,
deeply into an earthly eye,
brings thought to faint,
leaking exalted history,
finding conditions to burn.
Is now drying one's soul where a body hangs with
prolonged absence,
adorned with sleep;
gifted with pain only to consume;
blue and grey;
blue and grey;
they say:
manipulate the ill,
stain the dear ones will.
YOU ARE READING
collection of poems and short stories
PoetryPoems and short stories that I've written throughout my study of literature and writing. Hopefully you'll be able to see the progression of my craft. References to literature and artist are spread throughout the prose.
