I’m alone and sleeping in the cavern
I’m alone and sleeping in the gloom
And never do I cry
I’m alone and sleeping in the dusk
I’m alone and sleeping in the morning
And never do I bleed
I’m alone and sleeping in the twilight
I’m alone and sleeping in my coffin
And never do I pray
I’m alone and sleeping in the screams
I’m alone and sleeping in the silence
And never do I laugh
I’m alone and sleeping in the scars
I’m alone and sleeping in the obscurity
And never do I change
Stranded on euthanasia street
A number of casualties walk
on the chalk lines around the
thousands of the bloodless scarecrows
Weeds and black roses grow
in gardens of screeches
A morbid hawk hovers the emptiness
barking of a dog reverberates
Eyelids are glued to mailboxes
A mindless city stuck in the trenches
Watching television from the grave
Chuckling as coffins close shut
Numbness and laughter blend
Mothers cauterized by loneliness
Fathers gravitate to only lust
Avoiding love at all cost
Mice crawling from pillow cases
Skeletons playing poker Indian style
in front of the rusted closets
Using marrow as golden chips
Despair and poverty shook hands
Pull the exasperating plug
on any side of this hellacious town
Take a sip of cyanide before crossing
this sharp and dying town
Rotten and spoiled
Under a behemoth sun
Thick as molasses
Bubbling and boiling
Covered in a thousand ants
Wretched and horrid
Even the dog whimpers
from gory stench
Earth worms screaming
A ruthless sight
Accidentally generated
Even the stars hide
behind the glossy clouds
Ground breaking substance
A couple created
living off the land
No animal will consume
Forever rancid
She fell in love
with his top hat and vaudeville looks
She fell in love
with his chocolate wit and ripped edge tone
She fell in love
with his Broadway voice and commanding demeanor
She fell in love
with his gloss and glitz of his sword
She fell in love with
his galant worth and the backbone of his confidence
She fell in love
with his chivalry and gentle heart
She fell in love
with his deep river and his stark raving armor
She fell in love
with his lyrics and got lost in the melody
Chopped up dialogue
Interpretations of saturation
Absorbed by lost brain waves
Unfolding by a misunderstanding
Swallowing mashed up berries
Filling heartache with sand
Surrounding it with ten pound cement
Reminiscing the foolishness
Blaming the scavengers
Walking down Cheap Wine Avenue
like a stray dog in an empty storm
Plagued with expectations
Relentlessly undressing the wounds
Baring the char broiled soul
Washing the spots of hands
Praying to turn to the left
to see the state of peace lane
Before you make a sharp turn
on Over Exaggerated Lane
Signs for Decaying Truth Hill
are on your right in front
of the redwood trees
Follow the uneven road
and you will see Disturbance Road
Veer to the left and see the
old rotted sign for Route Bloodsucker
Drive twenty miles with
irritated skin and a defying mistress
Overloads of fierce tension
will consume your one track mind
Disconnect the alarm clocks
as you drive on the famous
Saturated with Rage Byway
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Give me your kindred spirit
Give me your bright light
Give me your forgiving soul
Give me your generosity
Give me your glass world
Give me your crying desert
Give me your precious wisdom
Give me your burning essence
Give me your tender heart beat
Give me your gentle words
Give me your beloved patience
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I’m disappointed in myself as usual
I’m disappointed to reach for something I can not feel
I’m disappointed with my voice of truth
I’m disappointed in my ignorant silence
I’m disappointed with my points of view
I’m disappointed with my deceptive mind
I’m disappointed in the fool I can’t see
I’m disappointed that I couldn’t feel the needles puncture my skin
I use to languish in the polygon of my weeping mind
I thirst for the fragments of my anguish to mold my center
I use to sulk inside myself and drink the wine of selfishness
I sunk my teeth into the dejection
I use to dwell in the camouflage and sink in my words
I swam in the black river under the oppression
I use to neglect faith and drown in the empty tear ducts
I fell into the depths of silence
I use to grieve in the awaken sadness and never sleep
I felt the last breath deceive me
I use to shed my dead skin in the morning to erase the gloomy nights
I carried a chain of misery
I use to gasp at the hollowness and gazed at the autograph
I refused to stare at the nemesis
I saw the signature and found it revolting
A transformation within shouted
Woke up in the pitch black
Staring at the reality
Shackled with no hope
Barely crawling
Trying to move my tired body
Sounds of the sizzle
Shuffling of feet
Jameson walked down stairs
Scrambled eggs and bacon
glancing at my swollen eyes
“I’m sorry to hear about your father.”
A phrase that swam in my mind
over and over as I scarfed down grub
No time for drops of tears
No time for sadness
“I can’t stay in these clothes.”
Jameson paced like a rat
Imprints in his rattled mind
Struck a lonely frozen nerve
Nervousness and sweat blend
“I will get you clothes.”
Forgotten details befuddled him
Inside of me snickered
Ignited a circle of thoughts
Finally seeing a shadow
Outsmart the predator
Before you
castrate me
Let me sew up
your cesspool
I’d rather hear
nails on a
chalkboard than
your satanic moans
see me, I’m a seamstress–
needle and thread
put away those bitch teeth
aching in your head
Before you
piss in my cornflakes
Let me shatter
and shred your
fake Barbie doll world
that lives in
my iconic kingdom
‘neath plastic skin
vinegar rivers–
acetic acid,
bitter
Before you
scream in my
volcanic ears
Let me watch
you cry as the
reality sinks deep
knowing no one
gives a shit
about your existence
I refuse to placate–
I’m the real deal
this is all your fault
to hell with how you feel
Kindra M. Austin ~ Italic Parts
Braeden Michaels – Non Italic Parts
Roses of transparent moments collide
I do a moist conversation in the horizon of the orange sky
I am drenched in sweat craving your magical words
I am lost in the softness of your mind
I float on lips of resurrection, I hang in the golden wax of your lotus body
I hang and you hold me like the dripping twists and turns on fold of my skin,
I disappear on Cupid’s pavement searching for your fragile soul
I inhale your breathless scars
I have counted pain, I have sustained and coloured my pain
I sip your honey in the chalice of my tongue
I embrace your canvas like an artist
I have fallen for your words like a ballerina
Your words strike paradise and pour a lump of seasons.
A travesty, tapestry, Titanic.
I am in awe of your twinkling perception
I cradle your warmth and stitches
As I take birth and die in the symmetry of your curve.
I am in reborn absorbing your divine essence
My words – Italics
My Valiant Soul – Non Italics
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The serpentine somnambulence of fire,
like a drop of a dragon, encapsulated in
pine kindling and smoking oak, the stone
fireplace watches her as she poems ink,
birthing galaxies on old parchment, and
as the flames grow, she sees sentences
dancing in the gold and orange, alight
muses nine of Apollo, burning just for her.
Under a catastrophic star he stares into the abyss of the flames. Forgotten love hibernates within the charcoal as he gazes at her lost wick. Castles drift in his mind as he wishes the blaze never died out. She stands in front of the tangerine edges seeing her soul be reignited.
There are bonds of ashes that settle like
the dust of an old book with intaglios of
her former lover in the flames, immolated,
she was a witch on a pyre for him, he was
gasoline poured onto her bonfire, and now
all that is left are dead nebulae and ghosts
of “I do.” She arises a phoenix, only to see
him, in the space between shadows, a ghost.
There are screams within the chandelier dreams. There are fires within the light, there is a glimpse of light in the flames. No matter where he turns, no matter where she rises, there will always be a breeze of ink. Hearts need to bleed, veins need to cry, and pages never fade. The gust of memories will live forevermore.
Dances with Tricksters – Italics
Braeden Michaels – Non Italics
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Inhaling a killer drug
Exhilaration tripped in a dumpster
Walking through glee in galoshes
Disgust flying like a bumble bee
Stuck in a repeating nightmare
Gloom stalks like a predator
A revolver full of hatred
Like a hammer slamming the nail
Reckless directions
A mind of inconsistencies
Surrounded by the shrapnel
Six thousand reasons to fade
A service in your polite eyes
Ungrateful and dissatisfied
Watch me flip in rectangles for you
Continuing to give the minimum
Throwing me up against the brick
wall like a domino
As you never give me an inch
Counting the years one by one
Year 15 is the most critical one
Please read it again
I am just a provider and a dollar sign
Prove to me differently
From bulldozing politics to
southern recipes
words glide
From the center of art history
to eye opening philosophy
words fly
From the core of love to
carburetors and steering wheels
words run
From the backbone of religion to
Roman orgies
words soar
From ancient reptiles to the
evolution of medicine
words are accented
From inward passions to the
hatred of war
words are like light
From the corner of your fears to
the offensive jokes
words scatter
Our universe is open for discussion
Hello All,
I would like to issue a challenge to my readers. I would like my readers to give me a creative name for a made up city. Just like the challenge for the roads, your poem will be featured in a book. The category for these poems will be in “Borough Verses.” Dripping Insomnia is the first poem for this category.
Please have fun with it and looking forward to hearing your titles!
~ Braeden Michaels
Destroyed trust smeared on shingles
Ruins spread out over the dismantled carpet
Locked up gates surrounding decrepit doors
Components of ancient clocks in disgust
Splinters in necks of apathetic voices
Arms folding like a hand of cards
Negligence lingers in the crisp air
Carelessness hobbling on a narrow path
Monotony standing tall and shrewd
Incuriosity bounces like a dodgeball
Separation is coughed up like phlegm
Alienation is the divine appetite
Four mile road of still emptiness
Unfortunately many reside in a glance of reality
Never under estimate
the voltage of affection
Revitalized
Never fear the force
of precious sentiments
Rejuvenated
Never be afraid
of the overwhelming tears
Reborn
Never neglect the seeds
of devotion
Reinvigorated
Never ignore the moments
that you once embraced
Reclaim
Never give up on love
A thousand mile per hour shove
Galant jab to the head
Like a heavyweight boxer
A face plant with spit to the floor
Pummeled by deception
Belted by the winds of lust
Aggression rises like a wave
An undercut to the ribs
Bombarded with questions
Chopped down with a sharp ax
Blasted by the electric shock
Beaten by a power house
A crack with a whip
Bitten by her savage guts
Tossed around like a rag doll
A defense shattered from the word go
Dominated like a slave
Articulate and clever
Owned by a blood sucking wench
Standing before rules and regulations
Slowly out growing demands
Up against the tightrope
Released a blow to the throat
Standing against the walls of reality
No longer living in fear
Arms raised in victory
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