Mine Shaft

[anirbas]

Watching dreams air surf away from me, a sturdy
legged child on a skateboard rolling
down a sidewalk I cannot cross
the traffic congested street
to reach or catch up to.

Defeat and deception
have followed me down
every alleyway I stroll;
follow me, everywhere I go.

I search for a corner space
a hole in the wall place
where no one has seen this face;
or knows I'm the same forward,
as I am backwards, or sideways.

There has to be a somewhere
of an abandoned trace or mine shaft
I can fall into and find peace of mind,
solace for my wound riddled spirit
and an altar I can lay my heart
upon and finish stabbing
it to death in privacy.

[dawness]

brooding, sabs!! getting it out of the system is what i like about dark poetry!

[anirbas]

Brooding? Yeah, I was playing Heathcliff, not Cathy writing that one ;D ;D ;D...ggglgggl...
Great that you used that word...Described the silly thing perfectly with it you did! Brooding...

heheheheheheheheheheheehe...count me...roflmao...Brooding...That word is as fun to type as to say...Broooooooding.....Brrrrrrrooding...Brrrroooodinggggggg...

~*~

Brooding, but not breeding,
she sat there, no longer bleeding
profusely from her convoluted spirit, now smiling...
More pieces of the abstract puzzle angel feather falling
into place, posthaste negating the need for brooding...

No longer brooding, now she was blitheringly bimbiotic...
But, you couldn't ever say in her mannerisms she was robotic...
She'd never been despotic but she had been hypnotic...
Life sometimes left her feeling chaotic and choleric...
Vampirical, she'd always been a natural insomniac...

~*~

Look what you did to me, DG...You word slammed
me into poem dancing...I bet your writing classes
were loads of fun and surprises! Yakking away
so shutting up...