CemeterySound Poetry

[o'queery]

Welcome to a look at my insides.

[o'queery]

Awaken

Good Morning my sweet self,

Again the soft struggle
of the moon
this morning has been
to beautiful for mere and breathless
words


The more time I spend
in the jewel of your dawn
the more I find myself


Too often I replace..

Forfeit the sun,
for this darkness here makes
freedom in me


The pale contrast
of my skin beneath
these shattered intentions

and

suspended constellations
keep exhaling, giving me
peace

I am a million stars!

Sand covered fortunes..

Bright as the the infinite
key that keeps opening the sky
for my heart to speak


I look no further than my
own fingertips

good morning boy

[o'queery]

Route of Your Evil



I know
who you
think you
are

but

in essence
you are an
illness

A heartless disease
spread by
your
wanton selfishness to
destroy the
gift of human
love and
trust

I feel your feet
settled against the walls you created

trying

to kick it loose
blaming the bricks that
you alone
stacked so high that even
in regret
you cannot see over to
find yourself

Your pain
is
a Beacon though
the light is just another

lie

You expect people to eat
and be satisfied
with the taste

It's murder
the way you tug
at the strings of

this

beautiful heart I have for unlike me
it is forgiving

I bet the silent
shame
is screaming you to sleep
for the miles of
ache
you have delivered to the
highways of another's trusting heart

The Route

Of

Your Evil

[o'queery]

Like a Flower



I can be replanted



Like a flower



that did not get



proper care





I can be



dug out by



hands so careful



and



dirty



and



strong





I can be moved



to tears



by verbs and



empty desert



caves within



my



painted on heart





I can hold the shovel



slowly break



this earth of



my skin,



my mucsle



and



bone



I can be replanted

[o'queery]

My cheeks
burn
crimson
watching You

with nervous graveyard eyes


Am I left where this is?


My heart
is trapped

beneath
the sound
of
Your cemetary
silence

This is where I am left


The length of my
shadow
erotic deviance
remains untouched
by


bitter loveless
hands

Stripping from me my honor
freedom of filth
love
and
sky


Left Where I am
this


Drop the shovel if You
must

But I. .


I refuse to be covered

in the dirt

of Your
insecurities this time



This is where I am

Left

to

Write

[o'queery]

And there You stood

A Beacon

A Mirror

An Effigy

of
wicked broken
stars you
have one handedly
plucked
from an amber Moone
sky

The reeling and
screaming
nurtures
the
sutures
within
that muscle
they try to
call a
heart

The hours melted
like the heat
of a young lovers
promise
that dripped faith
into veins under flesh
that murder
and
madden
the purist
of minds

Arms raised
in defense
of your
embrace
smoke curling century old
tendrils of flames
in your wake

I can still the vision
the Hell
You became

as You let go

[Virago]

O'q, you are sharing your soul with us. Thank you

[o'queery]

O'q, you are sharing your soul with us. Thank you

Much appreciated V~ There will be more.

[o'queery]

Soldiers



From a
black rain we
surface

War torn tattooed wings
drawing You
tenderly beneath
the intimacy of purple hearted
sighs

Apologies
whispered in hot battered breath

Swollen
heart beats
above silent
mouths that darken corners of
this
intricate love

I shake my feathers and hold
You so
fucking
close

Neverminding the napalm taste
of Your
wounded kiss

[betruetoyoursoul]

I appreciate the heartfelt words that you share, taking us on a path of various emotions!

[o'queery]

I appreciate the heartfelt words that you share, taking us on a path of various emotions!

thanks betrue <3

[o'queery]

I am

sailing



Beneath heart's

rotten
soil



Sunken ship

of stolen

jewels



Rusty tide meets

trembling digging

hand



Exhuming earthly

waves



A thousand leagues

under the
leaves



Apron tied

with loving care



Bones half mast

like sticks
and

stones



Where taking a
breath

never hurts
again

[o'queery]

Reign against
the shackled
Moon of my
body



Seperated sighs beneath
my clumsy kisses



Filtered
snapshots blink in and
out and in
again



Silky crimson
sheets
crumpled and
cornered



Quicken
me into the
storm of
Your
hands



Devil's god
is borne
breathless
between
my thighs




Sweet
murder above
me with Your hurricane
demands



Freedom rings

[NitroChrys_Butch]

Your words and your release are powerful ... well done!

[NitroChrys_Butch]

This is My treasure... to have stumbled upon these words...

[NitroChrys_Butch]

Writing for oneself to cope... or writing to share with another to help them cope.. is your greatest gift...to yourself and to others

[o'queery]

A Red Dawn is settling

against

the backdrop

of your eyes





I see now the echo

was trapped inside

all this time





I shake with mirrors

and

miles and fight to hold on

these whispers that leave me raw


Open



If i am sick than so be it
As i have said before

It is my illness, my suffering



Mine Mine Mine



I won't hide in the cold

shadows of

anxiety and dawn



Smoke curls around my

hand splashed with

poems of my disease


Oh Lover

There is nothing but songs

and plush hearts

beneath these eyes



A brilliance

that when I press my face to it

becomes a flower



These woes

and

words in your absence
catching and releasing

my disease into the frigid
Sun is



Love




Damn the distance

[o'queery]

Your words and your release are powerful ... well done!

This is My treasure... to have stumbled upon these words...

Writing for oneself to cope... or writing to share with another to help them cope.. is your greatest gift...to yourself and to others

Thank You.. this is what I write for. Your appreciation is well seen.

[o'queery]

Plush heart in hand I

make

waves into letters

that curl into Your name



My fingers brace it,

knowing that to break it

would be

a thousand deaths for my own



I want to absorb it



Cradling the velvet muscle

I bring it to life



and



heal every fracture

with soft kisses,

murmurs



My lines are drawn

against the beat of chest..

so effortless it is to be



enslaved

by this moment



The camera flashes

imperials of sun- scorched beauty

to capture my intent



So unreal


Even I know I am asleep

[o'queery]

Serenity





And I opened up



beneath the calm of Your words



like a flower



Strawberry red petal



touching upon



Your lips



Tasting of rain



and earth





You pull me



into



The sun of Your



smile and I am



weightless





This heart harvests



and is full



of seeds



for you to grow



on your windowsill







Watch me bloom





Just



Watch me

[SirLucian]

Myself wanting to join your thread
I love your writings and how they speak
of
Life
Love
Pain
Sorrow
Self awareness
and
a
Heart with more than door
:vampirebat:

[NitroChrys_Butch]

To watch someone grow and flourish before One's eyes is such a reward. Such promise and such potential unfurls like the leaves to the sun's warmth.

[NitroChrys_Butch]

My favorite. I cannot say why. At least it is for now.

[NitroChrys_Butch]

Serenity





And I opened up



beneath the calm of Your words



like a flower



Strawberry red petal



touching upon



Your lips



Tasting of rain



and earth





You pull me



into



The sun of Your



smile and I am



weightless





This heart harvests



and is full



of seeds



for you to grow



on your windowsill







Watch me bloom





Just



Watch me

This is My favorite by far ...so far. I am sure as you write and share more that this contender will be moved from #1 to another position. But incredible. To watch someone grow and change and show all their potential is a step of the journey to watch with eyes wide open.

[o'queery]

Titan's of snow flakes
swell at the crest of my feet

and I

am
torn



This empty beach feels like
Rehab
and
the


tides icy abortion of the Sun

tells me
things might be different
this spring



Closing my winter

addicted
eyes


I exhale frost bitten flowers and
resolutions to the Sky

[NitroChrys_Butch]

Route of Your Evil



I know
who you
think you
are

but

in essence
you are an
illness

A heartless disease
spread by
your
wanton selfishness to
destroy the
gift of human
love and
trust

I feel your feet
settled against the walls you created

trying

to kick it loose
blaming the bricks that
you alone
stacked so high that even
in regret
you cannot see over to
find yourself

Your pain
is
a Beacon though
the light is just another

lie

You expect people to eat
and be satisfied
with the taste

It's murder
the way you tug
at the strings of

this

beautiful heart I have for unlike me
it is forgiving

I bet the silent
shame
is screaming you to sleep
for the miles of
ache
you have delivered to the
highways of another's trusting heart

The Route

Of

Your Evil

Trust should never be taken lightly. A loving and giving heart is a treasure and should be treated as such. Painfully ... beautifully written.

[o'queery]

Act I

I blink

open
another drop of my lids

only to glimpse the velvet curtain's billowing

center parting like the salty oceans

of crimson streaming down my thighs
Tender caresses

attack and remind my sweat stained fever that
i am no longer running this production


Your control, my lovely desperation
threatens to devour
Your
un-
rehearsed
script



Act II



Tension in my calves shoot flame


A subtle upbeat within my fear tangled

heart betrays my paralysis

The foundation of my non-chalant stage crumbling

beneath the dripping lights


"Have you forgotten your lines ,faggot..hrrm?"
Your teeth against my lobe

gnashing the question
my answer
as stuffed as the vicious hole of my mouth



Act III



I felt your breath

heated moist danger
The nape of my neck your megaphone
My skin an audience to delicious incantations

ancient tongues

quickly whispered warnings of your desire


"Your mind is beautiful when broken,boy..
Ripped and

shattered like my will to leave you on this set

like the worthless fuck you are

aren't

and always never have been."



The Finale



The applause deafening
A silence so loud

pounding the reason from my twisted

diseased veins


Rotten flowers thrown at our feet

the props from my swollen wrists dismantled


You circle your arms securely about my waist

the ovation a distant roar


I sense your smile its depth against my cheek

"Take a bow, cunt. They think your brilliant."

[o'queery]

Dense and Dark

I come

to you



Devouring You

in my silence,



My storm of

mourning



Cloaking

and



Choking the dawn and

it's breath



From Your trembling

dew dropped

lips



Horrid and

Lovely



Purple iris hues



I come to You



Wrapping You up

like a broken doll



Beneath grey swollen Moon

promises



Never meant to be kept



Hiding You forever

in the



Center of my soul

[o'queery]

Your unsaid words
kept
unraveling
slowly
but surely
against my broken
tattooed hands

I was holding
out


believing my love
would
cure all
our delicious
demands from under
the disease of
critical Moonbeam
lights

Untouchable
I become


frozen in a flower
Where the
numb echo of
each withered
chemical
promise

eats away the ink




Painted skin
stained
crimson where
I let Your hands
do more
than
fúck me til
I slowly
dripped out
your
lies

I don't notice
you anymore

[NitroChrys_Butch]

Act I

I blink

open
another drop of my lids

only to glimpse the velvet curtain's billowing

center parting like the salty oceans

of crimson streaming down my thighs
Tender caresses

attack and remind my sweat stained fever that
i am no longer running this production


Your control, my lovely desperation
threatens to devour
Your
un-
rehearsed
script



Act II



Tension in my calves shoot flame


A subtle upbeat within my fear tangled

heart betrays my paralysis

The foundation of my non-chalant stage crumbling

beneath the dripping lights


"Have you forgotten your lines ,faggot..hrrm?"
Your teeth against my lobe

gnashing the question
my answer
as stuffed as the vicious hole of my mouth



Act III



I felt your breath

heated moist danger
The nape of my neck your megaphone
My skin an audience to delicious incantations

ancient tongues

quickly whispered warnings of your desire


"Your mind is beautiful when broken,boy..
Ripped and

shattered like my will to leave you on this set

like the worthless fuck you are

aren't

and always never have been."



The Finale



The applause deafening
A silence so loud

pounding the reason from my twisted

diseased veins


Rotten flowers thrown at our feet

the props from my swollen wrists dismantled


You circle your arms securely about my waist

the ovation a distant roar


I sense your smile its depth against my cheek

"Take a bow, cunt. They think your brilliant."

The world is a stage. Sometimes we do not wish to be the actors on the stage.. the script is not written with us or for us and yet we find ourselves immersed in the play. Your words show Me how difficult this play was. Your words show all the power you posses. And always have.

[o'queery]

Too Many Moons

Have swept the
sky clean since

I last heard Your
thunder

and I..

ache for it like the world aches
for tender annihilation
of it's gifts

To feel your disease
plunging glass into these

cracked eyes


My open sky mouth
faulty with the taste
of destiny, curable tears

When I say your absence
is mummifying me
I am perfect

in those bandages that wrap
these words into transplants
that stitches can't
begin to maintain

What a heart I have!

Tocking and ticking
through blast after blast

the gleaming
of the barrel almost
weeping


wedged tenderly
to my chest




Its been to many moons


Since I vowed this abstract sunrise

the fear
it so fiercely deserves


There is no place like home

and without You behind the trigger
there is just no place

[o'queery]

I dug up
Your letters
from
the mortuary
of my nightstand

Behemoth piles
mocked me
with it's
obsidian print

Bold
Cruel

Each envelope
I fingered
rippled my heart
with
earthquakes
as the subterfuge
of verbs
destroyed me

Covered the Raven
in
Dust

Like clockwork
I follow sick
protocol
Shoving and screaming
them back
to the tomb
of my drawer
Aching for release

But I
am
cursed
to hold on
for just one
last
read

[o'queery]

Another night in
the Cemetery

Snow drifts
down like a sea
of white noise

Enveloping Your
silence..


my fears



I rub
my fingers across
Your name

The colours have
faded so much
like your breath

And

The tears just roll
icy velvet curtains
down my dirty
cheeks

Broken shovels
lay at my feet
abandoned

From hands
too splintered with despair,


to keep digging
up his shame

This murder
of you falls still..


lifeless against my
words

Your essence touches this air so much

It's cold and I
fúcking miss You

[o'queery]

You opened my chest

prying apart skin
and
bone to get a
glimpse of my heart

The scalpel incising
the love
within me
coaxing the beat to
thump and
thump

Red ripe and sweet is
my lust and
with no menu of choices
You order it raw

Hands reach inside
and Oh! What a
lovely pull
on the strings
that hold all of my
secrets

Your beautiful crimson
smile dines
hungrily on my passion
and dreams
tucked inside of
Your fist

Eat my heart out

[o'queery]

The walk here was
perfectly
painful

Each step reeking
of wells
and the Daffodil's You
sent out of spite on
a Tuesday of last winter

My eyes fill with
the ruddy bricks
of yesterdays anger


Splintered Runes
fly beneath my wicked boots
that helped me run
away from You

Without sound


Devoid of panicked
teary goodbye's
I won't let you see my
coward heart as
I pass you by


Hot cheeks flaming
with the Phoenix
I promised you'd be
if you only trusted in me

In you

In us

I raise my middle finger
to the lightless sky
A gesture that I'm known
so well for

(My M.O these days)

I suck in stale air
as I quicken my footwork
Jumping on the # 7 to pray
I won't break into a million little pieces


Maybe next time

[NitroChrys_Butch]

I dug up
Your letters
from
the mortuary
of my nightstand

Behemoth piles
mocked me
with it's
obsidian print

Bold
Cruel

Each envelope
I fingered
rippled my heart
with
earthquakes
as the subterfuge
of verbs
destroyed me

Covered the Raven
in
Dust

Like clockwork
I follow sick
protocol
Shoving and screaming
them back
to the tomb
of my drawer
Aching for release

But I
am
cursed
to hold on
for just one
last
read

I, too, have re-read letters. Reading slower hoping that when I ended, the outcome would be different. That somehow the words would have been changed with time. That I was mistaken and did not read what had been written. Time changes nothing. But we are stronger for it.

[NitroChrys_Butch]

You opened my chest

prying apart skin
and
bone to get a
glimpse of my heart

The scalpel incising
the love
within me
coaxing the beat to
thump and
thump

Red ripe and sweet is
my lust and
with no menu of choices
You order it raw

Hands reach inside
and Oh! What a
lovely pull
on the strings
that hold all of my
secrets

Your beautiful crimson
smile dines
hungrily on my passion
and dreams
tucked inside of
Your fist

Eat my heart out

Brings new meaning to "I've got you under My skin." To know someone on this level only happens once in this lifetime. I do believe.

[o'queery]

Trapped inside the
feathered silence
of Your smile
I falter

Shaky trouble and
clefts
that refuse to hide
his excuses
anymore

A cage of
metal mirrors
nestled
between
broken sunshine

Putrid rain that paints
Your corpse upon my hands
in hues of canary
yellow
and blood
orange dead

I am blinded by fear

and

filth

and

cemetery birdsongs

Tripping on
a beak
full of foul notes and
haunting whomever will
listen to me
and my pain

In those unhinged sighs beaneath the bars of
Your dirty fingers is
where I will find
rest

Touching the wings of severed harmony
and
explode into the
sky

[o'queery]

It's morning again sweet self,

Sitting at the
crest of this beach full of heartbeats
I wonder what ever became of love..

The space between
those
tender moments
of
frustration and glee

Where I dropped my tomb linens

and


sang to You by
the fire of
my verbs

I saw it all

Like the tattoos
on my
forearms speak
volumes
in pictures
of depth to fragile for most


But not
You

I give love
like the wave that crashes
it's body to
the sand

And for once

I would like to be loved like that too

Always reaching into
empty oceans


but still finding shells/
dollars made of sand-
orange stars of acceptance for who I am

It's liquid my poems...

A beacon of hope in wasted times where
love doesn't come first
or


last to some

I eat the air
A delicious consumpiton
of strength
to empower me

and


Eyes wide as the escaping Moon,
hungry as ever I smile

Good morning boy

[o'queery]

For You have
been
a brilliant star

my own
beacon of white
light upon
some
of my most
darkened painful
winter hazes

Consistant
in Your
craft of support
enabling me
to grow

from beneath
the megaphone
of Your praise

Each word pushing
me
into wanting to
be better

Than I already
within
my heart
know
that I am

In this.. I aspire.

[SirLucian]

For You have
been
a brilliant star

my own
beacon of white
light upon
some
of my most
darkened painful
winter hazes

Consistant
in Your
craft of support
enabling me
to grow

from beneath
the megaphone
of Your praise

Each word pushing
me
into wanting to
be better

Than I already
within
my heart
know
that I am

In this.. I aspire.


Proud Syr
Most wait lifetimes

[NitroChrys_Butch]

For You have
been
a brilliant star

my own
beacon of white
light upon
some
of my most
darkened painful
winter hazes

Consistant
in Your
craft of support
enabling me
to grow

from beneath
the megaphone
of Your praise

Each word pushing
me
into wanting to
be better

Than I already
within
my heart
know
that I am

In this.. I aspire.

It is only when two can find this that both are set free. Each sees the best in the other and nutures it. Only then can both grow to be what it is that they were meant to be.

[NitroChrys_Butch]

Act I

I blink

open
another drop of my lids

only to glimpse the velvet curtain's billowing

center parting like the salty oceans

of crimson streaming down my thighs
Tender caresses

attack and remind my sweat stained fever that
i am no longer running this production


Your control, my lovely desperation
threatens to devour
Your
un-
rehearsed
script



Act II



Tension in my calves shoot flame


A subtle upbeat within my fear tangled

heart betrays my paralysis

The foundation of my non-chalant stage crumbling

beneath the dripping lights


"Have you forgotten your lines ,faggot..hrrm?"
Your teeth against my lobe

gnashing the question
my answer
as stuffed as the vicious hole of my mouth



Act III



I felt your breath

heated moist danger
The nape of my neck your megaphone
My skin an audience to delicious incantations

ancient tongues

quickly whispered warnings of your desire


"Your mind is beautiful when broken,boy..
Ripped and

shattered like my will to leave you on this set

like the worthless fuck you are

aren't

and always never have been."



The Finale



The applause deafening
A silence so loud

pounding the reason from my twisted

diseased veins


Rotten flowers thrown at our feet

the props from my swollen wrists dismantled


You circle your arms securely about my waist

the ovation a distant roar


I sense your smile its depth against my cheek

"Take a bow, cunt. They think your brilliant."

The key is to know when to push and how hard to push. I do not want My possessions broken. I want them to shine. I want them to grow from under My guidance. This is the greatest gift; to know I could hurt you badly and I don't.

[NitroChrys_Butch]

It's morning again sweet self,

Sitting at the
crest of this beach full of heartbeats
I wonder what ever became of love..

The space between
those
tender moments
of
frustration and glee

Where I dropped my tomb linens

and


sang to You by
the fire of
my verbs

I saw it all

Like the tattoos
on my
forearms speak
volumes
in pictures
of depth to fragile for most


But not
You

I give love
like the wave that crashes
it's body to
the sand

And for once

I would like to be loved like that too

Always reaching into
empty oceans


but still finding shells/
dollars made of sand-
orange stars of acceptance for who I am

It's liquid my poems...

A beacon of hope in wasted times where
love doesn't come first
or


last to some

I eat the air
A delicious consumpiton
of strength
to empower me

and


Eyes wide as the escaping Moon,
hungry as ever I smile

Good morning boy

Love is a powerful thing. It can hurt. It can heal. It can make you feel worthless or it can lift you up and show the One who returns it what a precious thing you are. It is powerful. And it certainly does make one "hungry".

[o'queery]

I see you

broken and
bleeding


A goddess of heart
and acceptance,
arms stretched wide
upon that cross


Taunted by the
stones and thorns of
your life's work

Yet you... still love


I see you

persecuted by
history and lies that
hold him hostage


That petite idol
that shines
from his neck to
mock you


No sentiment to
the fiber of tolerance
you created


Yet you... still love

I see you

A mother, a writer,
a goddamn warrior
for hearts


That bruise and
ache and scream for
a reverend of a different sort


To claw their way
out of this position at
the altar


Yet you...still love

I see you

A spiritual tool,
with a fervent
ramble

Crimson tides seeping from
your eyes that to me?
Are open wider than his
corruption of a busted faith



Yet you..

Still

Fucking

Love

(this was written for someone who touched me very much)

[o'queery]

Gravity



My redemption of verses
spill meter


by
meteor
onto the starlit runway of my fears

Verbs take time from this
altitude

A death by poem
I am scrawling
murder


across
crumpled napkins and
Saturn coffee rings

The lead is
my space cowboy


Breaking
off in
pieces through stellar
backdrops of my soul

My itinerary
purges and I straddle
the
icy Moonlight


Within these
words
I am weightless

I am

Weightless

[o'queery]

That Goddess is a
Minister

Bitter thinker of broken hearts
and
hate

Her debt so
high she can't begin
to
pay it back

I watch in reverence
as the she loses
her clothes
like a
Hollywood
stripper

Scripture inked
across her back
says "The Lord will
supply my
needs"

While her mouth
curves in
seductive wet
kisses

Her greedy

Coal blackened eyes
travel to
the sweaty
believer
in the front pew

[o'queery]

Dollboy////



Reach into me

Past the crimson scars tattooed against

My plush heart

I am not broken

See these stitches, hand-crafted by dirty hands

Filthy lovely needles

Hazel blinking eyes

That don't close in the glow of Your ancient

moonbeam smile

I finally belong

[o'queery]

I am
restless this
night

My poem filled eyes
travel
the lengths of my
palm and I
wonder
if they hold any secrets
to my stay
in this world

I look over at
my God
an Enigma of calm
and grace
even when sipping
His coffee
Picturing this scene right here
without me in it

Squishing my
eyes shut
the thought is let go
I smile

Away from these words
I blink
These freedoms lost and found in a hailstorm of moments
and touch His knee

His eyes
a lighthouse of
Darkness
catching me stealing awe filled glances
His way

In my bottomless
heart I caress each
blessing of the new Moon
that whispers
that I have plenty
of time
to love and be loved
by His Light

It's becoming easier
to push and stretch my
fears into
the past
where they belong

I am restless
this
night

[Bootsandheels]

I see you

broken and
bleeding


A goddess of heart
and acceptance,
arms stretched wide
upon that cross


Taunted by the
stones and thorns of
your life's work

Yet you... still love


I see you

persecuted by
history and lies that
hold him hostage


That petite idol
that shines
from his neck to
mock you


No sentiment to
the fiber of tolerance
you created


Yet you... still love

I see you

A mother, a writer,
a goddamn warrior
for hearts


That bruise and
ache and scream for
a reverend of a different sort


To claw their way
out of this position at
the altar


Yet you...still love

I see you

A spiritual tool,
with a fervent
ramble

Crimson tides seeping from
your eyes that to me?
Are open wider than his
corruption of a busted faith



Yet you..

Still

Fucking

Love

(this was written for someone who touched me very much)

Thank you sweet Aiden :)

[o'queery]

Your filth
covers me

Burying skin
and bone

That which was once
splintered
and
dead

Is now
alive with
Your
violence

Your fucking
stare
so loud

The static
echos in my
soul

Breathing i am...
inhaling You
Exhaling calling
to
the Abyss

Beneath You i
am
whole


And as i have
said before this darkness
here
Makes a freedom
in me

For this
i bleed out
these words
into Your palms

<Freedom>

[SirLucian]

Your filth
covers me

Burying skin
and bone

That which was once
splintered
and
dead

Is now
alive with
Your
violence

Your fucking
stare
so loud

The static
echos in my
soul

Breathing i am...
inhaling You
Exhaling calling
to
the Abyss

Beneath You i
am
whole


And as i have
said before this darkness
here
Makes a freedom
in me

For this
i bleed out
these words
into Your palms

<Freedom>

you leave Me speechless.......
as I take................ you give

[NitroChrys_Butch]

I see you

broken and
bleeding


A goddess of heart
and acceptance,
arms stretched wide
upon that cross


Taunted by the
stones and thorns of
your life's work

Yet you... still love


I see you

persecuted by
history and lies that
hold him hostage


That petite idol
that shines
from his neck to
mock you


No sentiment to
the fiber of tolerance
you created


Yet you... still love

I see you

A mother, a writer,
a goddamn warrior
for hearts


That bruise and
ache and scream for
a reverend of a different sort


To claw their way
out of this position at
the altar


Yet you...still love

I see you

A spiritual tool,
with a fervent
ramble

Crimson tides seeping from
your eyes that to me?
Are open wider than his
corruption of a busted faith



Yet you..

Still

Fucking

Love

(this was written for someone who touched me very much)

Never underestimate the power of love. It encompasses all else. It is able to wipe clean all the ugliness and shine through.

[NitroChrys_Butch]

I am
restless this
night

My poem filled eyes
travel
the lengths of my
palm and I
wonder
if they hold any secrets
to my stay
in this world

I look over at
my God
an Enigma of calm
and grace
even when sipping
His coffee
Picturing this scene right here
without me in it

Squishing my
eyes shut
the thought is let go
I smile

Away from these words
I blink
These freedoms lost and found in a hailstorm of moments
and touch His knee

His eyes
a lighthouse of
Darkness
catching me stealing awe filled glances
His way

In my bottomless
heart I caress each
blessing of the new Moon
that whispers
that I have plenty
of time
to love and be loved
by His Light

It's becoming easier
to push and stretch my
fears into
the past
where they belong

I am restless
this
night

To find your way and find that you are not alone. You are cherished. You answer a need and that need answers your ache. This is all we can ever hope for in this world.

[o'queery]

Does He Dig? ~



I am six
feet below

Smelling the earth
between these college
ruled lines

Tethered to the
warriors
of word

Holding sugar
laced breath while
You read my obituary

Awaiting the procession

The Moon glows bright
filtering into the
cracks of my tomb

No poetic death here

Love and decay
remains in
the artist

With brittle quills
I scratch against
the lid

Body blooming and
shaking at You
seeing me alive
here at my wake

Someone must have
fúcking found me



I slide my fingers over
the pointy nails
That seal me inside..



They must have

[o'queery]

I am sugar
and
spite

An invisible
mask
to
cover
and shade
the darkest of places

Blackened heart
songs
of
destruction
and
decay

If I wait
I will become
the coffin's
Lover once again

Dust covered
wings
and
cemetery
sadness make it
so I cannot fly

Sugar and
spite

The rain of
my shadow makes
effortless beats
against
The Stone

It's amazing really
How I can absorb
and
squeeze out
this numb

Masochistic
portraits in
charcoal that paint
shades
of
horror upon my chest

I am Sugar
and
spite

And this boy is nothing

I said, nothing

nice

[o'queery]

And i fall weightless

into the calm of your eyes

Chocolate cherry iris

and

pulling me in



You blink ( i smile )

Rush of random in verbs

no one else uses anymore

but us



It’s like arrows those eyes

Piercing a plush heart

That bleeds out these intentions

and

lust



i close my lids against my hand

and there is air





Finally~

[o'queery]

I really just want to thank everyone for reading and giving these words life


~dameon

[o'queery]

This soul of yours is archaic

Antiquated by wisdom that ripples in allegiance to other ancients

So abstruse in art

Defying acrid accolade of undercover admirers, afraid of you and your aesthetic army

Audible aristocrat

I am assassinated with the arrogant aroma


of truth



In this

I surely aspire

[o'queery]

Someone once asked me,
" What do you want to be when you grow up?"

One meaningless occupation after another
floated just to the
surface of my lips

The question itself pointing fingers

and

ridiculing my life
thus far


I felt trapped

My heartbeat was off like a rocket to the base
of my throat and plunging
back down
and up

and

down

I'm stuttering. . Trying all the attractive
and "right" answers on

They feel tight, as if I am being fitted
for a suit that is just
one size too small

I shift without sound
open my notebook and
peer into the well of words
that let this boy breathe

To the asker I shrug..
Relying on dimples and
charm to satisfy the query

I close my eyes and step up to the Mic,
inhale freedom and say......


Me