Scribbles 'n Bits

Tag: original

  • She, Herself, and I

    A coarse flight of reds
bedazzled her sly impression - 
the harder they come. 
A reliable mistress
with a harshness worth revitalizing -
a gambit
worth falling for.

  • The Final Rising

    “Here lies a man
    who laughed at everything,”
    a speckled, gray stone declared.
    The name “Ulta Mareis”
    sunk into its brow.
    “Even his own pain,”
    a woeful voice agreed.
    Faceless and gowned in black,
    uproarious laughter broke through
    solemnity
    as they dropped their flowers.
    Loudest and highest of all,
    when the last rose
    found its resting place;
    Ulta Mareis gave his last laugh.

  • Collared Green

    Long swings of outrage
to apathy,
cries the pendulum.
Settling low,
windmills blinking as one. 
The man in the high collar
staring down burnt ends
of a smoke trail,
looks up and smiles,
“Well, now.”

  • Curated Gems

    Depth without complexity,
confidence without grandiosity,
humor without nihilism,
yearning without apprehension. 

Naturally lit, 
unfiltered, 
organic, 
palatable perfection -
no less, no more.

  • Clad

    Give me one more
blustery good night.
More
of a past,
dead silence
spoken from dark moon’s hollow bite. 
Down below
where I like it.
Down below,
an ill fate sealed tight.

  • Another Compromise

    Awakening on its journey,
a smell of slight decay.
Leaves sloughing from the canopy. 
A zombie losing the safe promise
of summer fruits.
Scurry and hurry to the beat
of a sacred, albeit fatalistic, 
yearly routine.
Close to where we started,
but no less sweet to see,
the two by two's; the families; 
their long sleeves

  • better, then

    a cherished few return 

    Friend, I’m sorry,
what even happened? 
Tolerable enough
that "hey" would do.
    
like a boomerang

    I cannot stay, 
only come back.
Tell me what you need.
A wax figure 
constant to the flame. 
How do you see fit?
    
picking cherries out of life

    Husks on the ground,
a shell of a man. 
The kernels rotten,
ugly and obscene.

  • Antics

    You could walk on glass for these people
and they would ask you to take your shoes and socks off.

  • Equilibrium

    Feeling you beside me,
your weight balancing the world.

  • Filthy

    Leave your scrap.

I am the excrement of the world. 
I crawl to the edge of the trash pile,
salt it with earth
and devour. 

Leave your disgust.

I am the crazy you loathe
and the strange you fear.
I sing platitudes 
like a skipped record, 
scratching the cliff holds for dear life.

Lay me in the dirt.

I suffocate there 
thousands of years
watching the strata pass.

Cast me your stones

and throw me in the pit. 
Belabor your glorious effort
at my humble expense. 
If all else fails, 

burn the witch.