Author: poetryfest

Special Reconnaissance,
Warfare. 40-Feet
Towards the Tree-Line,
Bottle Rockets — On
Their Positions.
Secure the Spigot,
Ex-Patriate the
Remaining Troops.
Political Coup,
Buckets of Shampoo.
Assemble the Water
Witches. Witness
Total-Devastation,
Tapping Lines of
Communication,
Issue a Warning.
Thwarting Enemy
Expectations of Us
Conforming. Supplies
Frozen by Morning,
Victory is
Guaranteed.

I’m getting kinda pretty so I guess I’m alright,
Putting pieces back together till I’m glad I’m alive,
But I feel so much better with a flick of my knife,
Or a kiss of your lips, but you aren’t here tonight.

That time you caught me crying, and I lied to you,
It wasn’t my mistrust, it’s just, even I’m confused.
I’m meant to be a lime boy, beaten and bruised.
sure squeeze me to death, I’ll season your soup.

When your mother called me Berry,
It made no sense to you,
She said I could wear cherry,
but I’d still be dark blue.

I’ll put them pieces back together, hope I’m alright,
I’m taking better care, than I did before,
I even went as far as throwing away my knife,
I’m still a sour, lime-like boy, beaten and sore.

One step, deep breath
One line, take your time
Pen across paper and made for later
Uses for muses of life in nights
I wasnt a poet but i know it
I’m a monster on the roster
A bone with no home
Like a frog on a log with the bog down beat of a neat little poet
Did you know it?
I’m a poet yet i dont know it
I’m made with clay and sent away
Got i wish you would’ve stayed away
Made and frayed but never sent away
Go away leave me be to die in misery
I’m a monster that never prospers
A sinner with no winners
And yet i spread my wings like a mean three-
Think about it, around it
Through it and strew it
Away
Astray
But hey
At least I’ll see another day.

We gather here today
With not much to say
For the man who was
That man we called Cuz
You are surly to be remembered
Not only for what you dismembered
But for what you put on
The face, a happy son
Drowning yourself in black
They said cut you some slack
I hang my head in grief
Because of death, ultimate thief.

Amidst the green, on a mountain high,
I stand as a pine, reaching the sky.
With others beside me, brown and serene,
We sway like lovers, in silence unseen.

To the world, we seem lifeless, rooted and still,
Yet the breath of the forest stirs with a will.
Beneath my branches, soft shadows lay,
And there you bloom, wildflower gay.

A traveller came with a umbrella red,
Rested beneath me, where dreams are fed.
With tender hands, they plucked you away,
And left me longing, alone to sway.

I fear that traveller, roaming so free,
Might one day stand as silent as me-
A tree with no spring, no love to impart,
Just branches that whisper the ache of the heart.

Rest,rest, rest, oh how it’s the best.
Nothing can compare to its fine beauty.
I, a humble quest within its presents .
Surly you think I only jest.

I collapse on bed, phone quite addicting.
I got to lay in a warm watered tub.
It’s quite nice heating up the skin and bones.
Rest is key, along with quality grub

Once the tech has ran its battery course.
Air whistles, yet my body pays no mind.
Stroke my pillow, it’s as soft as a horse.
Head hits the bed, snuggled up under warmth.

Have to close my eyes to nightmare time.
Just my luck, fuck, its as quiet as a mime.

I awoke from a slumber, so heavy and deep
Upon sitting up I noticed my clothes at my feet
Gathering the strength that became dormant from sleep
I attempted to lean forward and almost fell from my seat

Suddenly I realized I knew not of my location
Nothing that caught my eye was any placation
Then from a distance I heard laughing so sinister
There was no way to quell my fear, nothing to administer
To the insides of my ears to stop them from bleeding
That’s when she appeared without warning or greeting

A devil in disguise; an angel telling lies?
Whoever this woman was she would be my demise
Despite my many tries, she allured and tantalized
She drew me in with her forked tongue
To torture and terrorize

The epitome of beauty, according to yours truly
But the power that this woman holds is going to undo me
Why would she pursue me? She knows not what she’s doing
But I can’t let well enough be, so for her I was perusing

Consumed by erotic visions, what has she done?
I can’t get her body out of my mind. Am I the only one?
The only one to feel like this, maybe I should run
A thought that quickly gets dismissed, my reasoning undone

Here she stands before me, such a sight to see
Wearing nothing but her supple skin so voluptuously
I tried to speak but lost the words, what was wrong with me?
I tried to reach out for her, but it happened so suddenly
She disappeared, no sound was heard, why wouldn’t she be with me?
Just like the rest, the memories now blurred, of my Unrequited Deity

The rise of water then
In the course when
The water night sound
Falls lightly against the sand

It’s the nature of threads to pull,
May it be me or the ravaging bull.

The threads pulled by thee
Pull me,
Towards thou,
Whom I don’t know.

Unseen threads weave,
You and me.

I feel an attraction,
Of affection,
Which is beyond reality,
More powerful than gravity.
From the part of world,
Of which I’m untold,
Or unheard.

I don’t know you,
Neither where to see you,
Nor where you reside,
Or what you look alike.

However, Nevertheless,

I feel the bond which is limitless.

The nexus keeps me sleepless at night,
It sends me to unnatural heights.

The invisible threads, pull me
They always pull me to thee,
To the lands faraway,
Which I hadn’t ever stay.

You, the unknown
Makes my heart overflown,
Throughout the transcendent realms.