My poetry, a healing journey back to myself.

Brake

Bend, and
Savour slowly a
Dense desire wound
To the curve of
Death, each sultry
Memory of collected
Scars a sweet despair.
Lost in a rattle of bones,
Fleshy smiles dig
Deep in fractured curiosity.
A whip of breath
Cracks loud, bleeding
For Love.
Good work Shali...deep and thought provoking 🌷🌷
 
Beloved,
My summer hope lies mute,
Pale in this brittle dream. Yet
Here, I danced for you, you
And your bitter violin, wringing
Out my love across the floor,
Clad in broken nails and jagged
Feathers, torn from your deceit.
Amongst the faded colours of
My mind, I danced, now leaning
Into silence, amidst these strangled
Bones, floating on their ragged
Beams of light, praying for the
Memories to die.
 
Slavery

Warn your brittle angel
Slumping in the park, crippled
Into slack redemption, all
Bitter breaths now tortured
Out in triplicate to pay this broken
Debt to you.

Who set my wings to breaking? I
Thought your lies were chains enough
To charm these dessicated wounds which
Stake a claim, while gouging out my
Stumbling gift to you?

Must I bend pale promises,
Wrapped in feathered hope to build
Transparent lines of fractured pain-
Skinned words, roaring down the
Weeping grass
To be rendered unto you?
I see a story...
 
I mourn this paper laughter
Imprinted in my brain,
Shrivelled reminder of dead
Words laid to rest. Why is
It so impossible to sew
My tears into coherent thought,
Unbound by sinewed grief
Which threads my silence here?
Where, then, is the shredded
Backbone of my soul? Will
These salvaged memories
Dissolve into a coffin of
Despair? Such arid truths
Deserve a better shroud
Than this!
 
Moonwives

Love among the moonwives,
Such a ragged thing, born
In the argent wishes of regret,
Where slow threads bind them
To the dream they share, within
A bitter sky. Woven in each
Breath, a narrow song, its
Hungry words devouring pain,
Cradled in the night. Behind my
Eyes they speak to me, of ravaged
Knots, and moon cast thighs,
Begging me to bleed. Instead,
I laugh, caressing my blind
Thoughts, stretched to bear
The song, corded to the earth,
And lying to the moon.
 
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Arson

I yearn to speak, yet
My mouth is filled with
Ash, gleaned from our
Smouldering bed. Tracing
The outline of your cruelty,
I stumble, heavy with
Silence. Why must this
Charcoal dream short
Sheet love? I wore my
Heart for you, blazed on
Secret skin, now obscured,
And bleeding into ruin.
Empty tattoo of a
Death I missed.
 
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Unbound

Dead man,
I will forge sharp
Roses from metal tears,
Disarming pain, while
Cold prayers brush
Broken palms against
My skin, flayed on this
Poisoned lap of memory,
Where a thorn of song
Shares grave testament
Linked to the scented
Whip of your demise. I
Will wear death like a
Shrouded chain, these
Bleeding roses my final
Gift to you, burnt on a
Childish pyre, music
Beyond bars.
 
Warrior

Silent brother, dancing
Behind a broken moon,
Shards against deceit,
Your silver footprint
Buried me beneath a
Frozen laugh. Still,
Joy erupts beyond my
My skin curved into
These hands, as I will
Always be your bow,
Bending for the dance,
Begging to believe.
Thankyou.
 
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Shali, I have read and applaud your wonderful words, though melancholy, pain and sadness exude from them, but for me, could you, would you, put pen to paper and bring forth a happy verse to put a smile on my wrinkled old gob.

Tim. :)
 
Shali, I have read and applaud your wonderful words, though melancholy, pain and sadness exude from them, but for me, could you, would you, put pen to paper and bring forth a happy verse to put a smile on my wrinkled old gob.

Tim. :)
There once was a man named Tim.
He would do anything on a whim.
He was dared to bare it and publically share it,
And he did so on top of a pin.
 
The River And The Paladin

She waits in a curve of silence
For the knock that always stirs
A better flame than memory to
Carve the the anguish clean. The
River purrs inside her veins, lost
In a feral sigh, open to the Paladin
Who burns beyond the gate. Sharper
Than a lover’s tears, severed in her
Grace, his spear will wrap itself in
Dignity, and kneel before her feet.
 
Love

Perfumed petals drift jealously
Through the pain, while I weep
Beneath the ragged hand of love.
The music of flowers crushed to
My heart, embraced by tears in
This pale and tattered dance.
Beloved, all the music is you,
Wisps of melody seep below
My skin, answering the deep
Red beat. Flavoured kisses
Wrench away control like avid
Thorns seeking release. Oh,
Lift me up and let me catch
The night, falling into you.
 
My palms are bleeding truth
Between the tender pages
Of your fear, as bitter-broken
Tears evoke splintered words
Frantic to be fed. Love is an
Empty breath smudged
Beneath your lies, and
Drowning paper promises
Shredded in my heart, gnaw
The screaming light that
Blinded me to you.
 
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Kneeling in the dust
Of your contempt, I
Fund my sorrow, raised
Up before me. Shall I
Bow, obedient to the
Chattering lies baying
Their false prophecies
Churned out by bent
Pictures of your arrogant
Demise? Your death was
A ruin, and I its tomb,
Chiseled into obscurity
By the fangs of grief.
Bring on, then, these
Coffin hounds, now
Sworn to me, in an
Ecstasy of fear.
 
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Lie me here where the
Pearl men sigh, riding
Their chariots of bone,
Weaving the net to hold
My hair, drowned in a
Fall of pearls. Send
Chilled shell dancers
To caress my cheek,
Wrapped in a new
Weed shroud, while
Undertaker fish sing
A foam edged dirge,
To welcome this
Mermaid down.
 

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