Autumn Inspired Poems

Florida Faux Fall

Oak trees filtering

The light from above

Maple leaves

Crunching

Beneath your feet

Nowhere to be found

On the Florida ground

A chill in the air

Just a momentary tease

Never enough

To freeze even bees

Candy Apples

Apples harvested

Candied with care

Ready to hand out

To anxious girls

And eager boys.

Unaware of the

Metallic treat inside

First bite

Always safe

Second bite

Nothing there

Third bite

Draws blood

Everyone’s favorite 

Time of year

Razor blades

And candy apples

Go together like

Scarecrows and 

candy corn.

Pumpkins

And candles.

Black cats 

And skeletons.

Candy apples

And razorblades

Victim: Identity Unknown

My latest victim

Safely hidden

Until it’s time

To operate.

Tools in hand

Steady their face

Carving out one eye

And then the other.

Fluid leaking

Messy

The nose must be

Removed

Finally, 

Out with the mouth. 

After all body parts 

Are properly removed

And cleaned

I sit back

And admire

My jack-o-lantern 

Poetry Thursday

I may not always keep right on schedule, but I figured I'd share a few poems with everyone.

A Place Where...

Breaking apart

Busting through the seams

Falling out of touch

All I can do is scream

No place where I belong

Stress threatening to take me past my limits

I can’t take it

I just want to go somewhere so quiet 

My pulse so loud it threatens to burst

A place so cold the rest of me matches my insides

A place so dark I can get lost in the shadows

A place where I forget me

And where everyone else forgets me too.

A place so far away

It doesn’t show up on most maps

A place so hard to get to

Few could bring me back

A place where I can get lost in my thoughts

Somewhere where I don’t jump at every sound

Somewhere where I feel at home.

I want to go to a place that can swallow me whole

A place where I no longer feel

Numbness the norm

Apathy the routine

A place where no one cares

A place where I don’t care

Carrot Whore

The cookie monster sold out

He betrayed the cookies too

Give him enough money 

And he’ll sell you out too

Carrots aren’t his thing

But to get him some more bling

He’ll lie to you

And then secretly 

He eats all the cookies

And still he lies to you

The cookie monster is a sell out

And he’d sell you out too

He noms the cookies in hiding

Eating cookies behind closed doors

The old beloved cookie monster 

Is now a carrot whore.

Rainbows and Unicorns

What I thought were rainbows and unicorns 

Turned out to be barbed wire and knives.

The sunshine turned out to be a halogen light.

The expansive meadows were just a long barren hall

The sounds of birds and bees 

Were just the whispers behind my back. 

The flowers were just floor lamps

The butterflies were just broken glass

The Beast

A friend of mine asked me to write a poem about his penis, 

little did he know this would be what I wrote.

Not as flattering as he thought it would be. Lol.

The Beast

Lying there dormant, in a hibernation of sorts.

Waiting for spring’s newest arrival.

At the sight of her the beast awakens and begins to come out of hibernation.

The beast grows, ready to get his fulfillment after a long winter.

The prey’s needs are irrelevant to the desire of the beast.

So when he strikes, there is no going back.

She will do to feed his sexual appetite until another one comes along.

He has been alone far too long, yearning for the heat of another to fuel his own passions.

The beast...with his purely carnal, animalistic cravings.

Three Poems

Dead Muse

My muse has been murdered

Oh, what a crime.

Creativity once flowing,

Gold turned to grime.

The words from my keyboard or pen

used to flow.

Now nothing is working

I have nowhere to go.

My muse didn't even go out with a bang

more like a whisper, barely caressing my ears.

I could do nothing to stop it,

it's worse than I feared.

Now all has grown stagnant.

Deceased ideas corrode

My muse had been murdered

it's the end of the road.

Displaced Hematoma

Glistening.

Metallic.

Hollow.

Roughly, it penetrates my soft pale skin.

Stings of pain as it sucks the life from me.

Taking what it needs it carelessly returns the superfluous matter to my body, my arm on fire.

Unconcerned with my wellbeing and procedure the crimson fluid fills my tissues, rather than my vein. Pooling under the surface of my skin, the blood causing my arm to swell well past it’s natural limits.

Grotesque and protruding is my once smooth skin.

The softness exchanged for hard, uneven lumps.

Bruised and battered, I leave.

Untitled

Gasping.
Struggling to stay alive.
Your key to respiration
Has been deprived
Writhing
Pained
The world begins to blur
This asphyxiation
Draining…
Its all happened before
The hourglass is running low
With no hope of being turned.  
Find a way to steal a breath
Or continue to feel the burn.
Lightheaded
Slowly becoming dead weight
Breathe in damnit
Before its too late.