Free My Heart from the Cold

I am a recipient of abhorrence and hatred.

The chaos of it all coats me while I’m naked.

The wicked flare of hatred leaves my bleeding heart cold

While my soul is burning and is something to behold.

A monstrosity steals my soul as my body freezes,

Around my heart a sheet of ice tightly squeezes.

Our love was warm until this very day,

I want to feel this pain before I fade away.

My heart will bleed even when the beat is slow,

My burning soul goes about the world without its halo.

A tear melts from the crevice of your frozen colored eye,

You lay me down a final time where I will die.

You kissed me one last time just to show your Love

Before I’m gone and ascend into the sky above.

My eyes are sealed and my life is deafened,

You’re even more beautiful when I first look down from Heaven.

One day we’ll reunite in Paradise and then we’ll dine,

Before you go cold, I will bring the sun up and let it shine.

Our love still goes strong, let this be a sign

To show the world that you are still mine.

Beauty and Chaos

The World is a painting I exist in,

Yet I don’t even know its Creator.

It’s a work of Art that is never permanent,

Amending itself with escalating beauty and chaos.

I stand in an open field to view

The evolving beauty.  It’s like

The colors bleed into each other

To create an entirely new painting to awe.

The colors of the World begin to melt.

The paint falls to the surface I stand upon

Like rain that cleanses the World

From all its chaos.

The surface is flooding with a concoction

Of beauty and chaos.  The pool’s volume

Continues to grow until my feet are lifted

And I’m swimming in the paint.

The World is looking white

As if the Creator is beginning a new project.

The paint continues to melt until I’m treading

In the pool of beauty and chaos.

This is not the end of the World,

The Artist wants us to truly engage with the Art.

I look upon the ghostly white environment,

And then slowly fall until my head is submerged in the paint.

I’m not fading into the darkness,

I am drowning in Art.

The pool of beauty and chaos drowns me,

Dying in Art and not a World of nothing.

Tears of Beauty

Look beyond the glass walls of her body

And you’ll see the torment suffocating her heart.

Her beauty has been painted with scars,

A new source of painful memory.

Your hauntingly dark eyes stare deep into hers,

Watch as her tears melt the color of her eyes.

Her tears trickle down the rest of her body,

Melting whatever color composed her beauty,

Leaving her entirely grey and damaged.

Nothing but streaks and scars remain from

The violence you’ve imposed.

Your hand has silenced her long enough,

For her scars mean survival,

And you’re trapped in this world,

Lonely and fading.

Poetry Contest!

Hi Everybody!

Time for another one of those interactive pieces.  We’ve had one before where I just asked you a bunch of interview-esque questions about yourself and another asking you to confess anything about yourself.

Now I want to do something where you can showcase your skills as a writer.  Recently I’ve written quite a few poems as opposed to the typical entries you’re used to seeing from me.  I want a trip deeper inside your mind and allow you to express your creativity through the wonderful and infinite world that is poetry.  There are no rules, just don’t write an epic like The Odyssey where it’s thousands of lines long.  You can write about anything in any style.

Post your poems in the comments sections and let other people critique/rate your poems.  I will do the same.  After a few days, I’ll pick the poem that I like the most and award the winning person.  As winner, I’m going to write an entire post advertising your Blog for WordPress to see to help you gain followers.

As always, have fun, and get creative!

- A Living Oddity

They Died for Me

The angels hang by the tightening nooses of their halos.

The halos illuminate the room with a piercing white light

That glows upon my mortal face.  Their eyes lock

On with mine, they are aware of my presence.

I am weakening like they are, but I have nothing to give

To express my gratitude to my guardians.

The halos are losing their beautiful glow,

Darkening the room to a blind Nothing.

They’re suspended in the air by the heavenly noose

While their elegant white wings disintegrate to black ashes.

They promised me their strength and faith in me

Would never dissipate in this world.

Below their feet, while shaking violently till their last breath,

A blinding white light shines, illuminating the room

Without the influence of the Sun or Moon.

The streaks of light swirl about the angels

And then pierces through my mortal being.

My heart no longer bleeds, as the angels

Have bestowed the powers of strength, love, and faith.

The eyes of my guardians have finally sealed as they

Dangle from their halos.  All lights have gone out,

Revealing the world of Nothing we’ve all feared.

My heart begins to thump uncontrollably until it

Enlightens the world to a glorious sight.

I can no longer see my guardians dangle from their halos,

I’ve entered a beautiful world I’m familiar with

That drowns in chaos.

I’m on my own.

Strength.  Love.  Faith.

 

 

 

 

 

Lights Out

Blind and deaf, how does she know if she exists?

She fails to see her place,

She struggles without the beautiful sounds flowing

Throughout her aura.

Touch is her only sense of existence,

Something to truly remind her that she’s alive

In a world of darkness.

It’s dark deep inside the chambers of her mind,

Yet she cannot hear her own thoughts.

Her mind is as dark as the world she cannot see,

And as silent as the world she cannot hear.

He approaches her with a light touch of his hand

To let her know that she is not alone in the darkness.

He prays she could hear the words he has spoken.

He wants to say he loves her, yet she cannot

Hear or see his displayed affection.

Don’t turn away.

Her eyes remain open, yet they yield nothing.

He guides her into the welcoming safety of his arms

To bring her peace from the darkened abyss

That is her mind and her world.

The heat of feelings are exchanged between the two.

He looks into her ghostly eyes,

She doesn’t know what she’s looking at.

She can only feel the love that he has for her

And the love that she has for him.

Their love doesn’t need to be seen or heard

In the forms of physical affection or words,

It can’t be seen nor can it be heard.

Their love is an intense feeling residing deep within their beings,

Even when the lights are out.

The World Is My Painting

I’m haunted by the elegiac darkness of this world.

There are no visible boundaries of this black room I exist in.

No light, no color, almost as if the world itself is blind.

How am I to restore light in such a dark place

That even I am unable to see through?

I cannot see, I can smell, taste, hear, and touch

The darkness circulating throughout the realm.

A light has made its presence known as a glow

Emits from the depths within my body.

This white shine only glows within my body

And still leaves the rest of the world saturated in black paint.

My heart and every other vital organ are exposed.

A myriad of colors are flowing through my veins.

These are the only colors left that exist.

The world needs to be painted again so

I’m going to bring it back to life.

With a razor, I cut through my skin and watched

The colors seep through my body into the darkness.

A pool of multicolored paint lays in front of me at my disposal.

With a paintbrush, I use the colors within my body

And give a hue to everything that was once alive.

I’m losing consciousness and I will soon be dead

But the world will never again dabble into darkness.

The grass is greener than it ever was, the sky is bluer

And everything that was once beautiful is lively again.

I’ve fallen into a slumber in which I’ll never awake,

But I’ll get to sleep in a pool of beautiful colors

I knew once existed.  To my death,

I’ve made the world a painting of my own

That came straight from the heart.

The Angel’s Noose

The air is filled with chaos that fills my lungs.

They will soon empty every last breath of love and hate.

Mere seconds tick away down to my final breath.

I stare into the sky that emits a blinding glow.

A halo descends from the white heavens.

It floats down beautifully on its rope.

I want to grab it but I just can’t.

My fingers sink through its ghostliness.

The angelic ring of light fits around my neck.

The angel tugs on the rope and tightens the noose.

My soon to be lifeless body is lifted from the surface

She pulls me up towards the aura of white skies.

Spectators watch as I ascend to the heavens on my holy noose.

I’ve gone as high as I can where the holy dead rest.

I will live amongst them until I’ve earned my Halo

So I can strangle another being and bring them to this paradise.

This is not the end of life.

This is a new beginning.