[Suzerain of Sheol]

I'll be using this thread to post some of the poems I've written. Comments are very welcome, as is criticism. I love being criticized. I must be a masochist. :p

I wrote these two in creative writing today (while ignoring the teacher's banal assignment).

My poems tend to be not very direct. I don't like just stating what I'm trying to say. It actually bothers me when I hear/read poems that need no dissection to be understood. Admittedly... I may go too far, at times.

Beyond Recall

I am left with an effigy of electricity,
an image graven in abstract,
too fluid for the fetters of a still-life,
too hollow to remain a moment in motion.
I am left with a confluence of humors,
too real to stand the strain of time,
soon to be diluted by the memorial solvent,
replaced by simulacrum, pretending emotion
as another glass gem of the past.

Choking on Roses

I am supplicant to the cruelest of mercies,
enthralled by the wonder of bereavement,
mystified by tears,
wearing wounds like splendor,
bleeding water and dust, finding fine company,
as I stroll through dying nurtures,
studying the marvels of decay.

I am burdened with a beating heart,
weighed down with sympathy,
abandoned by fire,
clutching tight to handfuls of ashes, begging for life,
as I stand beneath a sun-filled sky,
contrasting exile and salvation.

I am enamored of sensual murder,
infatuated by the romance of death,
sworn to love,
haunted by the reverie of wings, disconsolate and proud,
molting to a new persona
for the necromancy of compassion.

I am given to the grief of solace,
deluded by the specter of faith,
lost to despair,
sleeping easier in twilight hours, comfortably cold,
blessed with unremarkable dreams
and an abyss to inherit.