Of Poetry and Sound: Raw Free Verse of an Overthinker
Coursing
Curdling
Venom through my veins
Like the defenses of a snake
taking a bite in the face of adversity
Bile rising up
The emotions rot when
they are forced back under
with weighted chain, no key
A bottled ship too big for the glass
yet unable to escape
Carefully placed thoughts
Bubble wrapped in the bittersweet
Forgotten for another day
Dust lightly blanketing its resting place…
When I behold you, I see the sun
You’re like the rays beating down on lapping water
Warming the surface and streaming through to caress the coldest depths of my sorrow
It may never be down here what it could up there, trapped within the forboding depths of my mind
But because I know you, I know warmth all the same…
Every painting is a piece of me
Coupled with a feeling of identity
The soul of sorrow painfully poured
onto my palette
Rip out a heart with your perverted ignorance
Kill a journey where it could have ended kindly
Spewed entrails of emotion
Drip
Drip
Dripping
Of the bleeding heart
Opinions tinkering in my mind
Bubbling up, to share to an empty audience
Kindled Shadow Poetry