Hi all, my apologies for not letting you know beforehand. I left today for vacation and most likely will not be back until Sunday. I may post some writing that I do on the trip once I get back, but I will not be posting again until then. Thanks everybody for reading and sticking with me!
Tag Archives: cold
Still Cold Amidst The Fires
Have you ever felt that bone-chilling cold? That cold that not only chills your body but your mind, your heart, and even your soul? Light a fire just to keep warm. You’ll just end up burning the house down. The firefighters picking through the burnt and smoldering wreckage of what was once a home only to find you there, sitting on an ashen sofa, turned from flesh and bone to ice. So cold to the touch it spreads.
Frostbite
So cold
Freezing, even
I can put on a blanket but…
It won’t help
This frigid mood that overtakes
Turns to ice even the largest lakes
Can’t feel my fingers
Can’t feel my toes
Only the stinging, piercing cold that knows
I hold this in
And freeze within
Look behind my eyes and see the snow.
Painting In The Park
What a beautiful day to paint in the park. Sitting here with my two friends painting and listening to music. I paint a campfire and serpent under a starry sky. I feel the cool air and the grass under my fingers, canvas under my brush. Dandelions dot the shaggy fields of green clovers, shining up and into me like stars shine down on particularly clear night. The purple padding of an open guitar case starkly contrasts these greens and yellows, an idiosyncrasy in a field of found flowers. I can’t believe I woke up hungover.
Hangover
My head’s hurt
So brief and so curt
Hard to put together
Birds of a feather
I can’t think
Fearing now that i should sink
Lost forever, deep in the drink
Missing against a backdrop sewn from mink
Protagonist
Antagonist
Both atop the list
Either way you’ve got the gist
Ein Geist
A spirit or a ghost
Caught in a vice
How gracious a host
Birds scream and sing outside the window
As grass in the wind winnows
A cold day today
There through the window, Sunshine, A ray!
Probably 6:45?
Busy, busy, busy. So much to do, so little time. Yanked in every direction by the passing threads and hands of everything and everyone who’d simply like to reach out. Many thoughts and many feelings fly about in my head, rushing one way or another, always making sure their near misses are just close enough to give me a heart attack. I do hope you enjoy the poem today. What a wonderful day it is.
Sinisterium
How the bell tolls
Sounding at the hour
Not to mark the time
But something much more dour
That taste in your mouth
Errant vicissitude
Turn from sweet to sour
Ashes then and ashes now
Ring around the Rosie
And we all fall down
A cacophony of sirens
Binding men in liar’s irons
See there so hidden in the fog
There the pyres, there the pylons
Sinister in their construction
Obscure in their function
Can you hear them shrieking?
Can you hear their desperation?
Mark the date
For your infernal consultation
I set the scene
You play the part
Watch right there
Shadows in the dark
Ready, Set, Lose
In the words of a man who may or may not exist, “If you ain’t first, you’re last.” How can you feel what it’s like to win if you’re not the best? What’s it feel like to be at the top? The bottom? With no way we can all be first, let’s talk about what it’s like to lose. How’s it feel to never be good enough? To never be the first pick? Even the last pick gets recognition. But what does it feel like to get picked third to last? ———PS: Follow and share links are at the very bottom of every post, near the comments, as well as ways to donate at the bottom of the about me section if anyone would like to support my writing further. Thanks everybody for the resounding support I’ve had so far!
Stasis
your strength fades
no light behind the eyes
all that’s left are shades
all that’s left are lies
growing and multiplying
now metastasizing
weaker and weaker you wane
as your disease waxes
christ alive
lost your drive
hope is gone
missing the sun
muscles atrophied
bones of glass
pallid face
and glossy eyes
still breathing
light already leaving
you lost the fight
how pathetic a sight
Poems by Sam 