Why I write!

Thank you for starting off the comp in dazzling fashion FromTheAsh!

Why I Write

This dulling afternoon, like your eyes
I watch descending into the dark
only to be reborn in the seconds
gilded with the pain of not knowing,
like a picture frame on my mantle
that has never touched the faces inside.

I hear the dead call from you
through your fracture of concern,
shifting the blame of all that has been
between palms that try to balance
love and equilateral hate
on the pivot of an apple,
because it worked for the snake.

I am never in and I can't remember
the last time I spoke out loud
in deep combustion of joy
or sense of purpose from lips
that drag the depths of my love

and I cannot fathom the apology
of never biting into the juice of poetry,
to methodically drink its blue blood
as you open the door, slowly
and sigh at the discord
of your wife.

Came to write,
saw it written already.
Steal my heart and put it on a page, Ash,
my blood become yours in pen.
Thank you.

Write to bleed my soul
Can't fill this empty hole
Pour out words to pen
Choice words to open
Another soul I hope

With these letters spelled out
To create a story I'm about
Therapy is my pen
Expelled lines, so I win
an ear I've hopefully bent

I inscribe my thoughts
To fill ones heart
To describe a vision sought
Paint this into a plot
Heal my pain, certainly

I write for spite
In the dead of night
Only by candlelight
To stop a fight

I hide when I write
I hide who I am
Only my pen and I are one
To many feelings to be flung

But times I write just for me
To calm my inner demons plea
Words, they flow out of my mind
Straight to the paper, you can find

When I wrote for those of you
My words do spout words of truth
Read between the lines , see what you may find
A lunatic, a selfish fiend

This poem may loosely fit into your competition. 😉



Something for J

     
     
Uncomplicated      
has become complicated    
is what you wrote    
     
Words      
that marked the      
beginning of the end    
     
See simplicity in      
complicated    
is what I now say    
     
Don’t run    
Don’t hide    
Don’t disconnect    
Allow what is, to be    
It can’t be anything else    
     
God knows      
I’ve tried      
I’ve denied    
I’ve lied to myself    
Hid from my truth    
About my feelings for you    
But they are what they are    
It's just that they don't suit you    
     
Then I worried I was      
writing only for you      
A question formed      
The answer clear    
     
I don’t write for you      
But you’re with me      
every single day      
Because I write    
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
© Kate Adams 15/10/17    
     
     
   

"Hammer of the godZ"

You dare to ask why I write life into poetry?
Isn't it obvious, to create a self-image for all to see
Mjolnir in my hand brings forth the living lightning
Making rhymes for those in search of enlightening
Etch with your razor's edge, letters upon the writing-block
Paint for them your vision of the coming Ragnarock
Burn my demands in Commandments perfectly unclear
In songs tenfold for the stubborn deaf ear to hear
For there be Hella to pay and even more to fear
When the final stanza drips one last crimson tear
My word echoes under thunder-cracked whispered verse
Spoken with the promise of a Midgard-serpent's curse
Infinitely written paean from Alpha until Zed
By the voiceless collector of the cowardly dead
Silently writing to warn you of the coming dread
Pay close attention to each word I haven't said
How much more must pour in stains of cruor red
Before I have no more divine lambs blood left to shed
I will waste no more of my hallowed hammer's breath
Repeating foreshadows of a lonely tortured death
But spilling virgin ink upon the teller's snow white page
Draws unforeseen first blood from the wise old sage
For the blind now cannot read what their hearts no longer bleed
On shelves amid dust, as words from the past can never lead
Upon reflection you should be more careful what you ask of me
For words that spill from my mighty quill will shatter your vanity
Smashing the image so arrogantly gazing back at thee
I write to fight the mocking shadow cast by the id's duality
Now get out of my face else I impart your heart with all my dark morass
Begone forevermore from the confines of my muse's looking glass

(jj johnson)

Writing I do to dishwash my nightmares away
I write to empty the trash
Writing is a much needed prescription without a pill
After I write I feel like I've been to the shrink

Pull out the pain
Replace with sane
Pick my brain, to find my disease
Collect my ransom for life

This is the pipeline to happiness
Piece by piece I rebuild my life
Line by line I fill your brain
Nuggets of me up in the air

I write ugly poems because life if boring
It helps me feel like I'm something more than a bald monkey
I know I can't write a great poem because my mind has been tainted by the world
and great poetry is supposed to be beautiful