Kismet's Poem Corner
The Fox and The Sinking Sand-
Swift as a fox
It's but a blur in a raving wind
Scurrying from the desert enemy
The sinking sand; as it starts to grow
Chasing him, like it could see him
Wanting to devour him
To taste his rustic fur
And he wimpers
This time he can not escape..
All it took was one slip for his life to be taken away
However, there was no fear
As the mud like substance covered his mouth
His nose; only then to blind his eyes
And deafen his ears
What is better experienced; thus cried the fox
Life in it's infinite state?
Or life in it's last few seconds?
Those seconds seemed to drag on..
For an hour
No maybe days..
Those seconds I cherished
Those seconds I should of cherished everyday
Gracefully dance on frozen blood
I rip it from you.
My burning desire.
Stomp on the stammering heart
Feel the last breath.
Vipers in her hair.
Turn the dreams into stone
The hopes into ash.
Red wine dripping onto wooden floor..
Limp hand resting on porcelain.
Spread the arms wide
Pierce through the skin.
Tis it; the crucifix.
Wash away and start a new.
Shall thee get corrupted again?
Fear her still thine heart trembles as does it ache.
She sings thine song of vipers and dances..
Tis it; the crucifix..Tis it; thine is no more..
Beh just crapola. But I wanted to share anyways. Hopefully I will be free from this writer's block soon.
Re: Kismet's Poem Corner
No better cure for writers block than the act of writting... Even if you think it's "crapola".
Im so glad that you were willing to share... for me there is no other pupose for art if it isn't expressing, and sharing that. Thank you.