Disarray

[RareForm]

Caught
Caught in your bucket of sorrow
Tossed away tomorrow
Too late to cry.

Frost
Covered corset you borrowed
From that old fashion harlot
On that cold awkward sunset.

And now
It is somber and silent
It is nothing but violent
In this beautiful disarray.

Cry
To the lamented Christ
To the plaster of paris saints
That sit still on your night stand.

And the rupturing life
Wanes away
To the stars
And the tide.

Just so
This wind blows
Over poppies
Flowing fast
Flowing past
Past the Decembers
That
We just left hanging
Like a nail from a finger.

Too late to mind
What’s gone
Again without the sun
Again I left the one
To silent
Silent thoughts hanging
Hanging

Hanging me here

 

[Altered_Soul9]

Very vivid yet very vague. Awesome work.

 

[E-girl]

"beautiful disarray".... the most pleasant ironic phrase i've heard in awhile...

that's poetry to me.

 

[RareForm]

i forgot about this one - Dump

i wrote this when i was just starting back writing...

 

[mariacallas]

babe i think i know exactly when you wrote this.
Again , such vivid imagery and a perfect ending.

 

[DarkPoet]

There is some very sharp poetry coming out at the moment and this is some of the sharpest, with spit an steel man you have me in ribbons, beautifull writing