Eyes Wide Open!

Digital Art by Raquel Kortizo

Eyes Wide Open!

Time sure does fly.
Relentless seconds
Echo in one’s head.
Watches, like clock towers
resonate.
Hidden from below
in a drawer.
Piercing drums
hitting a tired mind.
Fighting hours,
monster’s shadows
filling the night with
desires, for the dark of days.
Claws scratch persuasive
sharpness rubs
me to cry into my hand.
Silence of the stars,
anxiety to eat the moon.
Create an insanity
to shoot the early bird
daunting to wake you
from finding sleep
before dawn.
Dreams avoid you
nightmares hunt
and scare reality
into an endless sleep
with eyes wide open.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

This piece came together after a prompt from the ReverieJournal. It is also my second visit to insomnia.
The first was called ‘Insomnia State‘. For more poetry visit the Crow’s Blood Spills.

 

Dark Soul!

This is inspired by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Though I should say I only used 8 words. SO basically I did not meet their prompt. Nonetheless it brought you this.

Dark Soul!

In its silvery glare
dark shadowy tattoos
are cast across the city
in which my nyctophilia
blooms and escapes
the insignificant mondain.

Reflected lights
transcend on the beast
through transparent skin
of a cocoon structure.
Veins siphon life
into its heart.

Black  liquid.
pulses on its surface.

Erogenous
awakening cries
Fill the skies.

Terrorize the wandering
souls,
echoes from the cavities
of this broken town.
thrill my body.

Irregular beats
consumed by a desire
to clench my thirst
With warm sweetened
crimson liquids.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

For what it is worth I am in love with the night. It is by far my most favourite time of the day. I have been called a nightcrawler for many years and caused me lots of trouble as well as I find it easier to adjust to the night than day.

Guilty by Default!

I took up on a complex idea triggered by a prompt at  The Reverie,  and had me give birth using my simple minded heart to write you this piece of poetry. May the read touch your heart and explode into thoughts of the mind.

I bet you never seen last weeks Sensual/Erotic poem. You can find it HERE.

Guilty by Default! 

Guilty until proven – 
innocent upon death
Life’s eternity balances 
in the hands of justice
Blind we see life through 
the bars of a cage
jailed by prejudice. 

The articulation
black and white bars 
of the simple barcode
In blood red numbers 
not yet tattooed
on the guilty victims 
and the innocent villains.

Quivering mimicry 
of a witches justice
As if kissing splinters.
made to Drip crimson
Rubies of accused DNA 
the barren lipstick of
our devils perception. 

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

I have a dream!

Change (Self Portrait) lucy jane purrington

I have a dream!

This might just be me sharing a reverie 
a question to join and sign 
friendships sacrosanct contract. 

Dedicated to rebuild the ruins 
that cover humanities existence. 
Like a layer genitals like crushed raspberries. 

To form a jagged patchwork smother 
false swans that hinder our growth, 
a gap created by their irreverent. 

Alone I am not the fierce squall 
to cut through time and constitution 
and redirect prejudice presumptions. 

I drag my courage from the past 
into the future, with a pale face 
will i ask for help, offer my hand. 

To find a voice to say, they to do care 
a shoulder to lean on 
when ever we are down, 

a friend with whom  
I can share this reverie.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

This piece has came to be thanks to prompts of  “The Reverie” and ‘Mindlovemiserry’s Menagerie‘.

Leave them a word of hello. Don’t be shy and say the Crow sent you .

Sorry for being a little later than usual.

Drowning in Liquid!

I took up on a challenge again this week brought to you by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, a fun site with every day a new challenge to get your writing juices flowing. Just click on their name and you can join in on the fun.

Drowning in Liquid!

It is not a rare sight
being Stygian self unlike
string puppet of society
I gaze down a glass of razorwine
or some other
man made poisons
to numb pains
of former crimes

A hungering need
to immerse my sorrow
in spitefulness venom
viewing the world in silence
as technicolours
desensitize
my being.

Wasted
forgotten
beaten
I regret

Defeating the inept me
below wrinkled mercury moon
reflects in the gutter stream
next to germinated self
my only company
washing away in rapid flow

I drown in sour liquid.

©Ranting Crow2014-’15