Writing adventures with the only red smurf

Here I will be posting various poems and drafts for comment and appraisal. some are simple and some have graphic and disturbing subjects I will make efforts to warn and obscure the more triggering posts.
this will be a single thread for all future posts by myself. some poems from older posts will be re-posted here as a matter of convenience.


Night ( a personal experience )


Night is solitary and death, it lurks around me like a cloak
Shrouded in the buttress like drawing's folded in bind.
A Smokey glow imparts from the trails of invisible pixies
Weaving the heavy air warm and belonging, safe.

Ether, shrouded in parchment clasped in my hand, cold and sterile
Brew, bound, held form carried unto offered for and about.
Resting on the board it lies lending breath and soul
The home meters welcome, life in free music, and bare

Barriers torn a sunder, laid down from the mind with glass
bonds made steel, not cold but cloth, warming tongue and eye.
evening is night as wax pooled flat and plate laid bare
The moon looks on and enjoys the play set forth before it.

Song of soul, sound and sight all dance in the nights warm grasp.
Tastes of tongue, talk and time rain in and dress the evening.
Food of feast and drink of joy, join and feed the meal of life.
Senses flood and flavour the dish served up of that eve.

Time and tie forgotten, free to be of the night and times.
She draws and holds my company, flame drawn to the moth.
Tongues tied by food and taste, sharing word and touch.
Held as if to stay the moment, skin licks skin as arms entwine.

My hand holds her heart as her heart holds my arm.
Weighted in my palm the flesh warms my soul and side.
Time hath ticked and robbed us of our blinded eyes.
Part we must but warm the thought and dawn what might of been.

as usual all rights in all these posts by me, to me.

X-posted from "take a line" thread
http://www.psychforums.com/poetry-corner/topic147394.html

-Untitled

They flow through me, words and blood.
Each with meaning and a longing to be free.
My skin prickles, the surface burns hot and cold.
Crying freedom with silent witness to time.

I turn loose my soul, free of the shackles binding me.
Looking for freedom, from the iron bond of society
The chasm below, draws the light and warmth.
To soar to new suns and drink from pure springs.

I am gone, but not alone, company in my mind.
The gale of masses blows, but I am armoured
A pulse drives me, tempers my rage and pity.
The words, the blood they are quiet for now.

also posted in "take a line"
please comment below

A breath on the window, life to unlife.
Warmth, tenderly touches that with none.
Clouds gather on ether, neither here or there.

The world pushes, it edges, closer all the time.
It comes unto sufferance and wounds me again.
Pressure and pain, the knife of the city drags cold.

No brother is this man, with his arms and spiel.
Twisted by shadow and light, the truth wins out.
Lies and locutions, serve none and all at once.

Insanity my shelter and home, warm and welcome.
Shrove my limb to the cold light of present day.
Burnished and bound, the wound weeps again.

Tender keening, warms my heart, I gain while I lose.
The joy of giving, out pouring till I give out.
Pains leave my body, but so does the will to go on.

The soldier and the angel **moderate trigger warning**
please reply if you want these posts to continue

We were close, close as thieves stealing time
So I say, why do you desert me now?
You were my seraph an my guide
Those silent words stay with me still.
For I will forever carry your hidden sigils
In the trenches of a secret war.
Where my battles bred no great heroes
The armour you bestowed too dear.
We have won, lost and spilled blood together
But our days were always numbered.
So the mark of history weighs heavy
As I close my eyes to count the slain.
When will we rejoin in soft hands once again
And make such beautiful and bitter-sweet scars.


that's it for now. I'd love to hear what you think of it

This one comes with a *Trigger Warning* but i'm sure many SI's can relate.

Lover

There she lies on silk
Each curve and corner
Caressed by white.
I know every inch of her,
From shoulder and smile
To head and heel.
Sleek, slender and secret,
She knows my every wish and whim.
She is my arcanum and lover,
My servant, my blade,
When she kisses me I bleed.

not posted anything in ages here's one to think about if you will.

the eternal question we ask our significant others when we are lucky enough to have that someone.

Eyes, still and deep, hold me in gaze.
A smile to welcome and warm the soul.
Spun sunlight Frames an angles face.
Lips part to breath life and tremble.
 
For what are you if not beautiful?
 
Sculptured to the touch of hand.
Perfectly proportioned, softly curved.
Holding youth's last innocence.
Arms open to embrace new life.
 
For what are you, if not beautiful?
 
A light air of honesty opens my eyes.
To see strength in imperfections.
Song plays and draws me near.
Word bonds and holds my ear.
 
For what are you, if not beautiful?
 
Silence draws you near.
So now I long to hold.
But daren't touch.
This most fragile flower.
 
For, what are you, if not beautiful?

Lovely! You're very talented.

thanks for the feedback, I write for many reasons mostly as self therapy