Anatomy of This Blog

Anatomy of this blog: a compilation of poetry--either written by myself or others--artwork, thoughts, emotions; any form of creativity.

Sunday, April 29, 2018

Invasion

A killer is on the loose,
Within the world today.
It lurks along the streets,
Crippling those it meets...
Traveling by gateway.

Descending upon the innocent,
It seizes all control.
Weakened is their might,
Taken is their sight...
Victim to a blackhole.

To some there is no escape,
For darkness is relentless.
Imprisoned, they are caught,
Too weakened to have fought...
The users are defenseless.

It takes on many identities,
Along this quest to conquer.
Whether powder, liquid, or pill,
It assumes the facade of a thrill...
Beneath hides a true monster.

Devoid of any prejudice,
It preys on everyone.
Mothers, daughters,
Brothers, fathers...
A plague you can't outrun.

There must be some hope,
For this slaughter to cease.
A path towards the light,
Salvation within sight...
One day there'll be peace.

One day.

(b.m.)

Monday, April 9, 2018

Elements of Him

i'll never forget

the    c    r     e      of his lips,
              u    v    s
prominent on his face
    like mountains
risen from the earth.

or
the    w    v     s      of his hair,
               a     e
cascading over his head
    like waterfalls
powerless to gravity.

or
the    r    m     l      of his voice,
              u     b    e
carried through the air
    like gusts of wind
moaning as it blows.

or
the    t   r    l        of his touch,
             h   i    l
heating up my body
    like wildfires
scorching the earth.

i'll never forget.

(b.m.)

But,

A galaxy full of stars,
    each shining an
eternal light.
    But,
how lonely is Mars,
    surrounded by
eternal night.

A planet full of souls,
    each thriving on
the highs of life.
    But,
how gaping are holes,
    created by
the lows of life.

A body full of cells,
    each unique to
my very self.
    But,
how sadness dwells,
    a burden on
my very health.

(b.m.)

Reflected

I stumbled upon this empty shell,
as I walked along the river.
Maybe it was the decaying smell,
that made my body shiver.

Something about it drew me near,
as I ventured beyond the trail.
Maybe it was the feeling of drear,
that made my skin go pale. 

Most beguiling was this ivory stone,
as my eyes became transfixed.
Maybe it was the stark white bone,
that made me so affixed.

I soon realized the connection,
as my chest welled up inside.
Maybe it's my own reflection,
that this empty shell implied.

-b.m.