CemeterySound Poetry

[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

[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]

Originally Posted by 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

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]

Originally Posted by 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

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]

Originally Posted by 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."

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]

Originally Posted by 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

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]

Originally Posted by 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

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.