Deaths Descent

He desperately clung onto its fur
As it clung onto its life
Escaping through every breath exhaled…

The vacancy of its eyes
Clouded with a murky darkness
Were transfixed onto a spot
I couldn’t quite see,
Neither could he

Closed his eyes
Vigorously stroking the back of its neck
As if to muster the settling speckles of life,
For its flesh was still warm.

It lay in a deadly stillness,
Helplessly heaving,
As death sucked out the breath of life,
Leaving a pungent odor that clung onto them both
Like the hoard of flies
That began to gather around them.
The descent of death could not be shaken off…

Battle of the poems

Dunno which one to take for the lantern meet this sunday:

Option One: Finding Poetry

I pick up my pen
paper...blank.
Trying desperately to trace a pattern
in this indefinite formless creation of mine,
i stare at a scribble on the blank pages of my mind.

Usually, i bleed poetry,
but the ink in my veins is frozen by mental poison
the academic mind sometimes injects into the creative mind
draining my imagination;
made blind to the things i used to draw inspiration.

I switch off the light bulb above my head.
Give up in frustration and retire to bed.
Lying still is only when i can feel it pulsate
from the rhythmic heartbeat of my soul,
hidden images and words within my mind begin to unfold...

Putting my mind into motion,
my hands help connect the dots,
Reveling a creation
from within my mind made
elucidate from the flowing ink of my blue-ball-point-pen

My blood boils
and spills unto the page,
Giving life to these words i had renounced as dead;
And i rejoice the return of the lost prodigy
the return of my companion poetry!

Option two: Raindrops from dry clouds

Like the fuel from a car my energy depletes me
Someone left the engine running,
Humming…stagnant
Thoughts cloud my mind.
Thick dark and heavy like fumes
polluting the true blue brilliant sky.
Blocking the brainwaves of inspiration,
Causing scrambled stimulation,
My thoughts aren’t able to form and fly
Into the sky leaving streaks of poetic words and phrases,
Unlocking cages ,
Releasing the songs of caged birds.
Which for now, remain rustling in the folds of my mind.
Feeling creatively dry,
I damn these dark thoughtless clouds in the sky
Inhibiting me from flying...
I damn them!
And they damn me, in a crackle of thunder and lightning!
As if in response they begin to concentrate,
And the darkness of frustration begins to manifest,
Electric anger through the air vibrates
Breaking the tension of concentration.
The concentrated cloud of idle thoughts squeezes out :

A rain drop.

Drop.

Drops,

Onto my head,
seeps into my mind,
Forming a puddle of feelings and words
Which well strung
Into this piece of poetry.

***

The subject matter is similar but they are two different poems.
The second one bein an edited version of a recent post. Or was the original better?
I guess i'm looking for the best between the two...the one worth sharing at the meet.
what do you'll think?

Horny Morning

As the sun rises from the east
So does the heat from beneath my waist;
Hardened nipples ripple the surface of the cotton bed sheet
Concealing my desires,
Attempting to extinguish the fire,
I toss and turn
In the glowing morning light.
Pillow squeezed between thighs,
Breathing heavy I let out a light sigh,
As lustrous thoughts drip from the lips of my labia,
And a secret it is no longer
That for sex I do hunger
In the early hours of the morn’!


"its just a thought, only a thought" - Dido

Untitled poem i wrote last night...

I’m exhausted;
Like the fuel from a car my energy depletes me
Because someone left the engine running,
Humming…stagnant
Thoughts cloud my mind.
Like thick heavy fumes polluting the true blue brilliant sky
Blocking the brainwaves of inspiration,
Causing scrambled stimulation,
My thoughts aren’t able to form and fly
Into the sky leaving streaks of poetic words and phrases,
Unlocking cages ,
Releasing the songs of caged birds.
Which for now, remain rustling in the folds of my mind.

I’m so exhausted,
Feeling creatively dry,
I damn these dark thoughtless clouds in the sky
Inhibiting me from flying.
I damn them!
And they damn me, in a crackle of thunder and lightning!
As if in response they begin to concentrate,
And the darkness of frustration begins to manifest,
Electric anger through the air vibrates
Breaking the tension of concentration.
The concentrated cloud of idle thoughts squeezes out :

A rain drop.
Drop.
Drops,
Onto my head, seeps into my head,
Forming a puddle of feelings and words
Which well strung
Into this piece of poetry.
Leaving lingering words
Hung in the air,
Trails of the flare of floetry.
Spoken poetry.


**Untitled....any suggestions?**

Sketches of how i'm feeling at the moment...

I drew these quick sketches sometime back, found them and decided to post them, cuz this is exactly how i've been feeling about my laptop these days!!

its so frustrating, got so many issues i've tryed to fix, with the limited IT knowledge i have, but it just wont stop!

Ugh! someone is gonna get hurt soon!

Profile Portrait

Sinking 'ship...

Blood relationship bound us together,
Together we sailed through storm and hail.
That’s why when we ventured too far,
Became damaged by these jagged icy waters,
I couldn’t let the ‘ship sink.

I wouldn’t let the ship sink;
Because he was on it,
And he wouldn’t jump off,
Despite the flashing red alarm bell ringing:
Abandon ship!
Leave your mental baggage behind,
Abandon ship!
Break free from the bondage of your mind.

But he never jumped.
I couldn’t either;
Because I had promised myself that I wouldn’t again,
Not until another year had passed…

I guess “everyone has their price”
Their limit.
Their breakeven point.
That silver-slick-jaded-broken-piece of an ice berg
Floating, semi-submerged
Somewhere in the ocean;
In the wide deep ocean of being.
A ‘ship sank.