Deviation

by Poet on the Piano   Jun 6, 2012


It was a twisted, hellish night
and I had no legs to carry me away.
Misery nudged me to be still-
but I fought- opening my eyes to the
decimation of red hearts.
Slick ground, soil that used
to say everything about its
parched desire.

Everything now slayed
by the stars.

My throat tasted sweet,
like vicious candy I wanted
to burn,
my tongue not my own
and as I ached to move
with invisible thighs,
I found a heart
whole
carried on in the massacre.

And I begged for no beast
to nibble from its poetry,
that flowed forth not with blood
but with memories
barely a haze
that I wanted to save,
keep from life's twisting
treachery.

June 4, 2012.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Hurtingsoul

    Bloody hell, I was not expecting to read such meaningful verses today. Recently you have commented on one of my poems encouraging me to use more imagery, and it couldn't have come from anyone better. Your poems are ridden with descriptive words that paint a picture in my mind.

    "...opening my eyes to the
    decimation of red hearts.
    Slick ground, soil that used
    to say everything about its
    parched desire."

    This is easily my favorite excerpt. I can easily see a field of falling red hearts above a scorched earth thirsty for something.

    Wonderful poem.
    5/5

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