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Pride Ed Jun 2015
in sticky drops
ink runs down my
paper skin
blood-flowers grew
as I wrote by the
windowsill

a gloomy Sunday
more tainted verse
up and down
there was a stinging
as I wrote
and a drenched earth
peered through
the foggy windowsill

wind caught the
curtain
petrichor rests on my
tongue
as rusted pain
sat atop the windowsill
For yet another prompt on allpoetry.
Pride Ed Jun 2015
Shadows scream
abandonment,
menace,
neglect,
deceit…

I miss their mouths,
hitting walls instead.
Just a 13 word poem on PTSD.
Pride Ed Jun 2015
In this cracked bower of dusted morn,
Under crinkled leaves of cankered scorn,
Thine promise hath ruptured in purulent bliss;
Innards devoured with one poisoned kiss!
In death’s cruel grasp, spring bid adieu,
Such an ill-fate bestowed upon thee so soon!
Writhing in the pain from this soiled vow,
Revenge is waiting, won’t thy surrender now?
...
Pride Ed Jun 2015
each time i
traced over a vein
a blush-pink stain
blooming

like every blemish
kissed in a dull light

it’s as if
everything you’ve ever
touched now had a line
going right
through it

lines
that only i could
see

it’s as if everything
we were became
meaningless

like crinkled petals
on a windowsill

like
every vein
i’ve longed to kiss
goodbye

drying up inside

dying of thirst
in a cracked vase

and
before the incision is
made there

between dizzy spells
and tears

i only hope
red roses grow

and run

far
far away

from here
...
Pride Ed Jun 2015
The art of embellishing our skeletal
wraiths has matured so much from
merely just locking them away
in the closet.

The true beauty of deception
is to painfully merge them with
your soul, because there's a certain
grace in using the truth to tell a lie

all while embracing our demons.
For yet another contest prompt on allpoetry.
Pride Ed Jun 2015
In the nights that follow a
thousand waning faces,
I still can’t help but to find
my gaze locked on her
shining smile.

And even when the clouds
conspire to hide her away
from me, I can still feel
her silvery gaze
and her unfaltering
brilliance!
For yet another contest at allpoetry.
Pride Ed Jun 2015
if storms appeared,
blowing down your foundations
with frenzied tempests…

if shadows stalked,
molesting every ill-fated dream
with unbidden darkness…

if hell arose,
choking the air from your lungs
with sulfur hands…

I just want you to know
that I
warranted it all.
For yet another prompt on allpoetry.
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