Deny

Deny
Deny
Deny
Strings
tangled
tripping
wrapping
someone’s marionette
made to dance
made to cry
made to speak
mouthpiece for the weak.
Deny…..
Deny…..
Deny…..
Such a pretty puppet
stripped of humanity
stripped of morals
stripped of value
insipid
sitting upon the mantle.
Deny…..
Deny…..
Deny…..
Twisted screams
incoherent babbling
mask made of ivory snow
vivid slashes
carmine lips
curved in
curved up
false as an idol.
Deny…..
Deny…..
Deny…..
Words written
spoken
lies
contorted
made into the truth
failed fake
hung up
a prize for all to see.
Deny…..
Deny…..
Deny…..
Broken
battered
strings shatter
agent for the beast.
Drained
defiled
defeated
pretty little princess
tossed aside
left upon the garbage heap.
Deny…..
Deny…..
Deny…..
©May 5/19
Picture via Pinterest found by The Eclectic Contrarian

Untitled Poem #6

I am not sure that I understand.
Once you muttered a cryptic statement
never explored
never explained
swept under the carpet
as you have done to me.
Rip my tongue out
slander my name
form a wall
stalwart til the very end.
One did know
protect me she could not
tears checked
lashing out
wonder why I am so angry?
Failed.
Tortured.
Can you even see?
These memories….
I desire not
peck away
at my consciousness.
Blinded
blinkered
beclouded
shout out with fear:
‘never ever
should one believe’….
for those words
spit
sigh
slash
the name of her abuser
who will be burned in effigy.
Nov. 7/18
Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash

Denial

Placid.
Stagnant.
Floating upon the scum of the pond
hair streaming
no cares
no feelings
numbness
all that I need.
With nothing
there is no pain
there is no fear
there is no acknowledging that past.
With nothing
I am blurred
I am stoned
I no longer seek to understand
who I am.
Why I am.
Broken child.
Halo bent.
Satan is waiting.
A lot of learning
yet to be done.
Yearning.
Please understand.
I hate myself.
I love myself.
I speak in tongues.
There is no real happiness
no reality
for denial is one.
Oct. 34/18
Photo by Velizar Ivanov on Unsplash

Midnight-2nd Edition

**Picture found on Internet**
Midnight drips
cascading shadows
writhing vines of fear.
Memories that twist and bite
call into meaning regret
as hissing poison
fills the room with dancing bears.
Rivulets of blood
cascade down your face
eyes seared shut
to deny
the anguish
the devestation
as they draw designs
with dagger tips.
Slash and stab
murder the dreams
they will defile
they will debase you
as the devil masks the clown.
When you have broken
your time will come to a close
your suffering
will not end with death
only become amplified.
That is what happens when you get into bed with the devil.