lithedark

Making rhymes a world apart
They’re torn so fast from poet’s heart
I sit and dream away the days
And plot my diction driven art
Penning phrase with which I part
Create a boxing wordy maze

I struggle seeing through the haze
Of choppy words that seem to faze
My sense of artist’s urgency
To put down words in many ways
Writing just to quell the blaze
And set these captive words so free

But as I free these words of me
A sense of dire need to flee
This art that mends the holes in soul
And gives me reason just to be
Not friend of verse nor enemy
But just a slave to poem’s toll

To sit at night and chase your thoughts
Regret your past and goals you’ve sought
And seek to understand your life
With angst filled poems of your strife

You mock the art with common prose
Write poems of the bloody rows
That roll down arms and seem to shout
A cry of help to pick you out

You throw about such genius words
To try and stand out from the herd
But when you turn around and look
It seems your friends have read your book

They stand around and cause their pain
To steal your guarded looks again
They loathe themselves from head to toe
And, oh! Do they put on a show

Attention seeking human leeches
Sucking life and surely each-is
Doomed to go home to their life
As normal as are yours and mine

Burning lights and burning rights
That singe my eyes and ruin nights
And tear apart the starry skies
Because of horrid imaged lies

Nightmares borne from dreams of hate
Of leading loves toward ghastly fate
To make a point to break my soul
And punch a hole in living’s lull

Sleeping each eve with the lights
Terror-trained through sleepless nights
The mocking bright and glaring hiss
Parade each night til sunlight’s bliss

Sleepless pains that wrack my brain
And break and riddle nights with pain
A ceaseless torture comes to pass
In moonlight’s secret silver mask

Darkened panes and drawn-tight blinds
That close out light and shut in minds
In hopes a simple remedy
Might come to save myself from me
I duck and smother under covers
Heated dark that’s hatred’s lover

Empty whispers fill my ears
A sound I know to quench my fears
And even now in pain of shame
Brought to me by source so tame
Avert the eyes and shift the blame

Grasp a simple concept, this
Even in the fist of bliss
A subtle hint of hate can stir
A heart so hard and wrath incur

Sleep gently now, don’t wake the beast
And bring on pain to cease the peace
But rest so well in place so snug
Ignore the unjust wants that tug

…and back to the darkness. Still couplets, though formatted oddly. This is a throwback to older things. Thanks for reading.

Sing a simple sonnet, tell a shaking tale,
Don’t stop keeping on it, life grows deathly pale.

Beauty isn’t hard to see, if one knows where to look.
That’s the part that frightens me, the pages in this book.

The heavens sing forever, so listen to their song,
As passions must endeavor, but also grow so strong.

Turn around and take a glance, but not so long to miss your chance.

Always the couplets, whether aabb or abab. Thanks for reading.

Shining blinding silver lining, kills the shadow in your eyes.
Gleaming beaming brilliant streaming wipes away your simple lies.

If no discourse, plain to see, can come to save my life,
Frustration wells up within me, no dull edge on this knife.

I back away and get down low, for there is no escape.
Pain and darkness only grow, both nurtured by your hate.

Time within and time without, some aspects never change.
Still as stars there is no doubt, my passion knows no range.

Pretty yet trite words; ho-hum. Again I use life/knife. Thanks for reading.

Desecrate, salivate, tempting tempers irritate.
Swindlers singing, screaming, clinging,
To their bottles, voices ringing.

Culiminate, infuriate, heated hearts just palpitate
Neighbors worry, whimper, scurry
Tuck their tails, fleeing flurry.

Originate, commemerate, silky shadows permeate
Duck and cover, hide my blunder
Protected by the guise of thunder.

This poem has a specific rhythm; maybe I’ll record myself reading it aloud. Thanks for reading.

Filled with anger, full of fright
Terrifying, guilt-filled night
Plea with her to understand
Fix her feelings on demand

Crimes of love and those of hate
Sentences not for debate
Explain my care now and again
Say goodbye, this is the end

How he hurt you, left in pain
Stinging tears and dying flames
Let me hold you, move in near
I’ll take you oh so far from here

You don’t want my help, you say
Push aside my cares today
There’s a new day on the morrow
Too bad yours must end in sorrow

Hrm. Thanks for reading.

Mistakes mistakes oh blazing quakes
Softened nerves and hands that shake
Twisted rules for twisted games
Dance about the dying flames.

Weep, oh weep dear crying eyes
To fill the oceans with your lies
Drowning friend and foe the same
All losers in this deadly game.

Run and hide, oh silly bard
Don’t care, don’t fret, but play your card
A move so morbid none can see
Quite clear through your transparency.

Sing your song and tell your tale
Frightened child ‘neath life’s veil
Neighbors say they love you so
Then spill your blood upon the snow

This illustrates my callous nature in highschool; every highschool kid is callous and misunderstood, no? Thanks for reading.

Pure of mind and pure of thought
Never once have I been caught
Lies of mine too fine to see
And yet they shine so brilliantly

A never-ending tale of hate
Twisted, cursed, and won’t abate
Envelop me in dark of night
Save me from my fiery light

A candle flame to light my way
A guide so dim in black of day
Hold my hand and make me strong
Falter not and sing your song

Strike again, oh thunder queen
Slap me down and pause to preen
Marvel at your cunning grace
Just smile while I hide my face

On my knees before your might
Filled with terror, full of fright
Push me down to suffer now
Love has never backed our vow

I dream a dream of thunder strokes
Brightened strikes my mind invokes
A crash to strengthen mind and heart
And yet to pull them far apart

This was some sort of misguided homage to my father, Ron Purtlebaugh. Thanks for reading.