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The Noose Aug 2018
It went dark
Without warning
I blurred at the edges
From violet to blue to indigo
And black
It settled in modicum of
Sanity
And in it's place
There it was
Settling in my bone
This emergency
This terror
I descended along with it
Feel it now I said, be done with it
And be free
Grief flying away from your
Body

I am almost free, I think
Until the cold grip of a nightmare
Takes hold
Then there's blood everywhere
And this hint of madness
Lulling me into senselessness
I blur at the edges
From violet to indigo to black
These revolving doors of remembrance
Entraps
Somethings can never be escaped.
The Noose Aug 2018
"I am trying to remember you
and let you go
at the same time".
The Noose Aug 2018
I am sorry,
I could not catch
your breath before
your soul departed
from your body
Had I succeeded in doing so
These burning hauntings
Would not be embedded
In my fragile pyche
Perhaps your ascent
Would have been
More ethereal
Less troubled
Peaceful
I am sorry
I couldn't do that one thing
for you.
The Noose Aug 2018
Blooms to break
Like wildflowers
Corroding spine, brittle
Wrapped in debris
Clouds dissipating
between fervent hands
Precious transiency
Soil in my fingers, still
This unforgiving flood
Drowning me at sea.
The Noose Aug 2018
"It was a dreary night of November
That I beheld
the accomplished of my toils
Remember that I am thy creature
I ought to be thy adam
But I am rather the fallen angel
that now drivest enjoy
for no misdeed
everywhere I see bliss
from which
from which
from which I alone, am irrevocably excluded
I was benevolent and good
misery made me a fiend
make me happy
and I, again shall be virtuous
but soon he cried
I shall die and what I now feel
be no longer felt
soon, these burning miseries
will be extinct
I shall ascend fume up higher
triumphantly
and exalt in the agony of the torturing flames
my spirit will sleep in peace
for if it thinks
It will  not surely think thus
Farewell.
"
The Noose Jul 2018
I learned the architecture of loss
The alchemy of the without
Walked the doldrums
Dragged ghosts to the shore
The drone of madness
The humming of death
In bones
Faded with spring's first bloom
The good heart that it came with
If the moon smiled
it would resemble him
I spoke to my heart
She told me he is home
She told me
she is bursting at the seams
I descended
From the pinnacle of everything
I am still absurd
I'll always be
These atoms of the edge
Will, stay
I learned the architecture of loss
The alchemy of the without
The bare hands
The belly that almost ate itself
I did I did. I did learn
Seasons have bled into each other
I am with, wholly
I will hold, tenderly.
The Noose Jul 2018
The peculiar
Transient  state of feeling
Visits at night
Under darkened skies
Tucked in the Velveret air’s
Warm embrace
Only then do I have
The audacity
To wrench away
All of my inhibitions

The dreaded daylight comes
Ever so swiftly
In it’s presence
I still choke
On the almost
Cowering in limbo
Waiting for salvation
Have mercy on me,
Give me the night.
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