Life, Love & Misery

Love is… a sunday scribbling.

dcwright02 — Sun, 26 Sep 2010 16:50:12 +0000

a love poem this isn’t, they just aren’t
                my thing,
                                my muse,
                my rant,
                                my talent,
but I do ever so wish I could write
                beautiful sonnets,
                                astounding haiku’s,
all about love and its alluding powers
                of deception,
its ability to hide under noses or destroy
                in broad daylight,
love is
                 a
                             powerful
                                                        thing.

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This was written for Sunday Scribblings #234 – Love. I guess in a way, it DID turn out to be a love poem after all… sort of.

Life’s Road – a work in progress…

dcwright02 — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 08:27:22 +0000

So I am one of those bloggers/writers that like to get feed back. I mean REALLY like to get it. Good, bad, ugly, constructive… any which type of comments are great. So I occasionally post work that I don’t feel is in a completed form so I know what to tweak to make it better, to make it reach that level where I feel it could be a published piece of writing. This is one such piece… Enjoy!

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white lines blur at the edge of my vision,
screaming out of control as I leave them behind,
always more ahead
taunting, pleading
dragging me onward
down this merciless highway of hate and tears,

another cigarette out the window fed to the wind

moonlight chilling my soul like ice on a windshield
blinding my recklessness, fueling me forward
into wild unknown
taking control
leaving no memory,
dust in the wind as blaring sirens attend their call.

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posted for Poetry Potluck

Cherish…

dcwright02 — Sun, 19 Sep 2010 17:59:10 +0000

Watching peaceful sleep;

No better place in the world

then here by your side.

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Blissful ignorance;

My time spent now gone, wasted

with my selfish pride.

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Cherish all you have;

Alone again, a lifetime

is a big number.

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For todays Poetry Pantry I tried to write a love poem. Instead, I ended up with a semi love poem that ends painful. Don’t ask me why, love poetry is my Achilles’ heel. Hope everyone enjoys!

**photo courtesy of desktop nexus

three word wednesday x2

dcwright02 — Wed, 15 Sep 2010 16:05:48 +0000

Well, I actually wrote two small poems today for 3WW CCVI. Hope everyone enjoys!

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“untitled”

demure,
she stalks
volatile
prey,
those that
kill,
take pleasure
in offense,
simply
don’t
care
what they
do
while others
die
at their
hands,

dirty
beaten
hands,

like those of a butcher or a slave.

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Double 0

demure, yet volatile,
shaken, not stirred
like a martini on the
rocks, cool and collected,
offending no one as he
kills, pleasure taken
when needed,
double
0
seven style

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Hope everyone enjoys their 3WW and if anyone has a title suggestion for the first poem, feel free to suggest away! Come back anytime!

carry on tuesday #70 – a haiku

dcwright02 — Mon, 13 Sep 2010 20:31:40 +0000

I am posting this haiku for Carry On Tuesday #70. Please enjoy!

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One misty morning

rain fell upon calming waters;

Eagle’s flew freely.

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Addicted Ignorance…

dcwright02 — Mon, 13 Sep 2010 19:35:14 +0000

So, since quitting smoking, then starting, quitting, starting, quitting (yes, this has been an ongoing problem) I have been thinking a lot about addiction and issues of the like. Here are the results of my heavy concentration and occassional one-track mindedness.

anger pulsing,
in my head a beat box
cacophony raging unchecked
behind narrowed vision,
half blind as desire
takes over,
well-being tossed out
to proverbial curb, forgotten
left for death in festering gutters
next to homeless drunks passed out upon
soaked sheets of week old New York Times
ever appearing dead as sun creeps ever higher,
passed out next to my better judgment
now slathered in yellow puke
and green sewer slime
while I am off feeding addiction
needed to temper my bubbling rage,
the lava building slowly subsides,
failing to explode… today…
but what of tomorrow?
or the next?

Collapse

dcwright02 — Sun, 12 Sep 2010 18:55:51 +0000

I know I’ve been absent for awhile and I tried to write this poem in time for both the Thursday Think Tank and the Thursday Poets Rally, but alas it is now Sunday. I am just getting around to posting it now for the Poetry Pantry and I hope everyone enjoys it!

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red bricks tumbling,
wasting away
this wall of cracked plaster,
crumbling, carried away on winds afar

graffiti rainbow
seen by all, hidden by one

with thoughts of her leaving,
hollow footfalls upon aged wood floors,
the very floor he meant to replace,
never did,
now couldn’t
as he watches his firstborn daughter
run naked, mother in tow
a faded mirage;

a howling swirl,
wind chimes wailing sirens call,
protesting the storm where doors slam
glass explodes,
glinting
a myriad reflection, setting summer sun
the color of fire, bombs fall upon
weakened base, last defense;

my wall collapses,
dust and debris scatter,
guillotine cleaves my bleeding heart

I cry

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Hopefully I can get back to posting more frequently. Thanks to everyone that stopped by!

Apple Doom

dcwright02 — Sat, 04 Sep 2010 16:30:22 +0000

spherically resting
in reddish green
hues, broken
appendage, slightly
rotten, still
juicy dripping
upon meaningless
pages, red words
like an omen,
prophesied, left to
die, fang marks
clear in soft
flesh, open skin,
a sacrifice
willingly given
by Gala herself.

Written for Magpie Tales Mag 30.

(untitled) – Carry On Tuesday #69

dcwright02 — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 23:29:14 +0000

Photo courtesy of: blue-star

I stand in line patiently awaiting
my inevitable arrival, so far away
these gates of marble and fresco,
gleaming in golden sun much larger here.

So slow it moves this line I know,
yet matter not enthralled as we are,
moving ever closer, our eternal fates
as thoughts, creep forward, on step nearer.

Gunshots ring in alleys dripping
dark and wet, the red of blood
washed down gutters to oceans
far, my body cold as raindrops fall.

This was written for Carry On Tuesday #69. I’m not sure if it is finished or if more is needed so any critical feedback would be great! Thanks for stopping by and enjoy!

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Updating this for Jingle’s Poetry Potluck - 12 Sept 2010. Hope everyone enjoys!

Empty Remains

dcwright02 — Mon, 30 Aug 2010 07:28:53 +0000

tears fall
blood red
like rain
in a world
ruled by
Hell

lost souls
parched
among ruins

fires burning
churning
searing skin
from flesh
consuming all

and still

the search
continues
for the love
you peeled
inch by inch
from my
bleeding
heart

Posted for One Single Impression, promp 131: Empty.