CemeterySound Poetry

[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

[NitroChrys_Butch]

Originally Posted by dameonboy

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