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The Noose May 2018
When we heard stories
Of those who yearned
To feel the void in their hearts
with experience
To drive away the cold
through design
Stories of those who knew not
what to do with their hands
How circumstance
became the author of who they were
And how they gave up the ghost while teetering on the precipice of possibility
They told us of the fearless
Who pranced
on cliffs with steep edges
The hopeful
Who clung to the almost with dead hands
The Noose May 2018
In the twilight of dreams
The hollow corridors echo
Louder than ever before
The walls are smeared
In nostalgia
Memories creep in
And congests weary minds

Somehow
We march onwards
Like intrepid lions
Cognisant of unkind truth
The way is long
And if we crumble now
We may never recover.
The Noose May 2018
1.  Was I supposed to become a desert in the centre of winter? Was the ivy supposed to coil  around my hands. Ever so tightly.
2. Deciphering ambiguous signals is a prelude to madness
3. Let me ****** you with the promise of never after.
4. Trying to sink a while in these threads of light.
5. Syllable altered mood
6. It gets hard in the middle, the start is child's play and the end. Always is.
7. I was confused, set adrift, I haven't been able to find my footing since.
8. Sometimes we die before our dreams breath their last breathe.
9. Wrapped in debris, what was constellates at my very feet.
10. Mosaic of all that has disintegrated.
11. Eviscerate the issue.
12. All my longing carried away in the breeze.
The Noose May 2018
I want to descend
from the razors edges
To stray from these borders
Darkened by virulent desires
My bones crackle
Blood runs cold
Devoid of reason but not choice
The familiar bother
I want to love
The will to be is
But my hair smells of madness
And running and running.
The Noose May 2018
A long time ago
Someone I once loved
Gave me
A box full of darkness
It took me a long time
To realise
That this too, was a gift.
The Noose May 2018
A presence that shed light
On my troubles
And strengthened the severity
I knew not how to rid
of this spectator of my ruin

Perceived silent taunts from
Conjuring up enmity
Made him
Worthy to be disdained
And he was... The *******

I felt tarnished
By this rage
That resided deep within
Poison in my bones

We co-existed
In perfect detachment
And yet
It was a presence
That overwhelmed me
To the point of not
Wanting to be.
September 2014.
The Noose Apr 2018
The shape of the heart
How it echoes from the depths
When molecules align
At the dawn of lucidity
Those shards of emotion
Collect at the edge of you
Your atoms speak of truth
The unsureness of being
And the kindness that blooms
That will be your greatest act.
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