Poem -

CAN GRAVES EVER LIE

a soulmates lament when left behind

Faked  numbness
behind a setting sun
SKINNED SMILES
spread my face for planned escapes
salutes raise a cracked glass
liquid flesh blended nights
pouring freshly proposed eulogies

Erected traded moments
placed so many ring finger threats
stakes are stolen
vampires best

Dragging on ocean tides
a rope of two-lane chains
rushing into mornings suicidal crimes
midnights ran away with the scented grave
dogs howl in a sinister choir

Brown paper sherry colour skin
reaches from the love song
into a spoilt mirrors pledge
so many frightening times
I've climbed on your ledge
crept into the spiral staircase
lowered from your heart

never shared the moments' cruel dreams
you kept it all
fed the bloodstream
years hang on my heavy and sold
broken feet
miles are the time
seconds the feat
blisters bursting like fireworks

when will this eaten day
ever allow
me to just be holding
your hand

 

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Being Me

???  oh, this is brilliant! It is sharp and polished and shiny...and I love it! Yes, this very sad and the pain and sadness are so eloquently written.

miles are the time
seconds the feat

Love that line...  clever wording.
And also the ending sums up the whole feeling of this beautiful poem

when will this eaten day
ever allow
me to just be holding
your hand

An excellent poem... x

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