First Ink

this is only from 2007 but i didn't get a grasp on wordplay until then, sue me

Footprints On The Sun

They die tonight, it's written in stone
Their only chance is that Death doesn't roam
With four souls aligned, they won't pass alone
But a fate is a Fate, and can't be disowned

Life is a waterfall, they drown as they drop
If only they decided to stop at the top
One of them forfeits, and hits with a 'plop'
So three remain, as if they could opt

Escape from Poseidon, on dry ground they stand
But forces have risen to deal reprimand
Their swords are drawn to reclaim Nero's land
They slay, and recruit them for Lucifer's band

Trek through the valley of death and despair
Abducted by Beleth and tied to his mare
Pass over Gorgon, her murderous stare
And lose yet another in sulfur filled air

Prometheus frees them with spirit and blaze
And grants them a gift to escape from the maze
It consumes them with madness, malice, and craze
Asphyxed in miasma and acerbic haze

Two souls from Hades, revenge on their mind
Take to Olympus, report such a find a crime
They're stopped at the gates, convicted in time
One flees, one stays and is struck down with fire

All realms closed to the wandering shade
No heaven, no hell, no mountain of jade
Abject and enraged, he launches a raid
Against life, and death, and souls left to fade

Seraphim surround him, his Canto is done
Relinquished his blade, but the battle's not won
Eluding his captors, he takes his last run
To Styx' abattoir or death on the sun

Can I post the first poem I published on here? I don't have the first poem I've wrote.

as if i kept all that crap

i present to you the first and only 1 of my poems to receive the =! extreme content ! award

alone, delusional and horny as fuck
hushushush crinkle linen presssssssss
hand like a masseuse
slide through nothingness
throbbing space
tantalising tenderising disguising
yesss i will sing if you want
melody of pleading
rhythm of breathing
the stars blow a fuse in splintered silence
ugliest hearts beat strongest
for this much you are
my muse
 
mmmmmmmmmmmm-m
keep speaking in codeine
if the flies on the wall would only unzip
i'd fuck it, fuckit
fuck it i'd suck it
you're a mural
i'm your virgin whore
got me in a closed circuit
lightit up
i got tiny tits like a chile'
tiptoe with me on the borderline its
got to be better than the dust bowl
truth is diamonded
but sourpussy got no face
invisible man (incredible how you can)
there's soul in here somewhere
i want it touched
torched
singing benzocaine blues
hurry
no it's a little deeper
than that

Zekh, yes. I don't expect people to have their very first on hand. I got lucky because I started writing poetry late and had no friends so it ended up on the internet. stumbling across it was like finding a time capsule.

anna: as usual, i could not have seen a single line of that coming. i hear voodoocrazyshit reading that. Like the bone xylophone in Otep's 'Suicide Trees' and the steampunk shit in NINs 'Reptile'. i think i need to get tested after that though

Desert Heart


She appeared unto me as if a mirage
 
In my desolate desert heart
 
I thirst for her love
 
My radiant dove
 
But alas my soul is parched
 
 
 
If she could only trust  
 
the possibility of us
 
Shed quench my thirsty soul
 
Then id become whole
 
Lest my heart crumbles into dust
 
 
 
I tried to resist her lure
 
But my strength could not endure
 
Who knew love could cause one so much stress
 
 
 
Buzzards overhead they soar
 
Waiting till I hit the floor
 
To descend upon me  
 
and devour my flesh
 
 
 
Love me I beseech you
 
If my desperate words could reach you
 
Wherever you are is where I want to be
 
 
 
So love me never leave me
 
Then my darling love believe me
 
My desert heart will touch your hearts blue sea

Razor's Edge

Razor's edge pressed to my throat
A thin line of crimson
Words bleeding onto the page.
 
Feelings swirled in blood
Making an abstract poem
One born of pain.
 
Razor slashes deep at my heart
Anger makes it gush
Bleeding out my rage.
 
Red takes center stage
Filling my days, my nights
With fantasies I can't control.
 
Part of me so evil
Wanting to let go
I stand tottering on the razor's edge.
 
Soon will come sweet death
I will swim in the abyss
With my lover, who knows me best.

(My first poem posted and that I still have)

alternatively

our house:

crawl space          
fallen in floors          
charged barbed wire &          
rats stacked up in the drainpipe          
a thousand rooms × as many heart-biting secrets.          
blink and the doors change          
turn your back & the rules          
have rearranged; the attic          
could be a murder scene &          
the kitchen a circus ring          
the sofa is a hidden portal to a whorehouse for all we know        
                                        well it would explain a lot

Raven: very nice read. let me guess, you moved this from DA? (just going by the formatting)

unV: pretty striking imagery. i like it

anna: i actually enjoyed that. good stuff

DA? idk what that is..

Caught A Glimpse of the Past Today

Caught a glimpse of the past today
in my minds eye as I turned around
the sun flashed in my face
and caused me to go blind

I saw the world as it had been
flashing through my head
torturous visions laced my thoughts
and bled into my brain

on a beautiful day, the gray crept in
once again I lost sight of the light
the sun blurred to shadows
And I was forced to grit my teeth

The world was smiling off in the distance
laughs muted by the sound of my thoughts
the day consumed itself and turned inside out
and all of the colors of the world bled to black and white.

I wrote this for a friend of mine 2 years ago when I had my first so-you-think-you-can-write phase. I think I'm still going through that phase haha.

*A Vow To A Broken Heart*

So cold as the winter chill
You surround yourself with a wall
A wall that no one can penetrate
Never allowing your emotions to spill

A heart so fragile
Poked and pierced by a thousand needles
Tempered with awhile
Yet forever crippled by the pain

Those you hold dear to your heart seem to come and go
And happy times remain distant memories
For all of them will depart,you know
Leaving you bewildered and alone

With a heart so heavy with unanswered questions
You turn your back on those you love and shut the world outside
Having been taught many lessons
You vouch to never again get broken hearted

Raven: deviant art. its cool, i'm not a good guesser

taylor, hyacinth, solid poems. 'so-you-think-you-can-write' i've never thought of it that way. that sums up my M.O. until about 2012

This was written in 2006 for a high school lit class prompt to write a poem about 9/11.



Five Years Later

Five years ago. How long ago it seems,  
That judgment day for thousands,  
The day the world pledged justice:  
Oh, what a day. The memories,  
Children huddled in small clusters  
In the cafeteria, waiting for parents  
To pick them up: military parents.  
Would they see them long? They didn’t know,  
Possibly spending precious time before duty called.  
Then home, to watch eight seconds for three hours.  
 
Oh the promises we made,  
The fearsome stamp of words. I,  
Not knowing what to do, cried “We Will Not Forget”  
With the rest. For one month, tension,  
For one week retaliation. Then, missions accomplished,  
Hands shaken, a world moved on.  
Widows receiving millions for mourning in front of a judge:  
And they want us to grow up optimists  
On the matter of human actions. Score one for Calvin; Locke, you lose this round.  
 
Five years. Yet it seems like a different era;  
Such is the distortion of youth. What’s on the news tonight,  
Nine-eleven or Katrina? How can they lump together  
The destruction of two thousand homes with the destruction of two thousand lives?  
Still we cry “We Will Not Forget.” A noble cause,  
But in truth, fiat only, save two thousand families  
Mourning two thousand souls.  
Ragged ribbon stubs on car antennas, long since bleached white.  
Nothing but a faded bumper sticker and a memory colored with red, white, blue, and smoke.  
In this age of mandated remembrance, does anyone dare forget? No, never.  
Except on the other three hundred sixty days of the year.  
 
And people cry about long lines at airport terminals.  
Naïve ones! Listen! You can still hear two thousand voices echoing.  
Should we have two thousand more? Four? Eight?  
But keep saying “We Will Not Forget.” Because they can’t hear you in their empty graves,  
And ashes know no irony.

This is probably the oldest of the poems I've kept. I wrote it more than 10 years ago... how time changes things...


Timing Approximate

We lie entwined
you, and I,
lips brushing lips,
hands caressing.
As I roam your body
you respond -
touching, seeking,
finding (ohh)
Such tender torment until I beg  (please)
Please what?  
(oh, please!)
I want to feel you
around me, on me,
In me,
moving slow and strong.
hand pinning my wrists
body pinning my soul.
Your chest teases my breasts
until they cry out for your lips
I struggle to be free
and laughing, triumphant
I turn us around
and ride astride
head thrown back,
breasts raised for your touch.
I am She who drives men mad!
Faster now, but not too deep
I tease you with my heat
You pull me down and turn us 'round
and take control again.
On me, in me
You fill me up
Harder  ...   Faster  ...   Deeper
Hearts racing, we rise and soar until
Three (oh, love)
Two (ohhh.....please)
One (ohhhhhhhhhhhh...now!)
We explode
and die that little death so sweet.
Blind-eyed, we kiss,
your weight enfolding me,
holding me, grounded;
I moan when you move  
(no ...  please stay)
Until at last
your arms around me
my head on your chest
I listen to your heart beat
and go to sleep with a smile.