Posted by August (206.102.3.116) on July 11, 2000 at 04:14:03:
The only poetry I ever write,(if you can call it poetry)comes from pain. It's a failed attempt to capture in words, what words can't contain. There never are words that can contain deepest joys or deepest pain. I guess I should be glad that in life I got to experience both. Maybe without one you couldn't know the other. Then what do I know, I'm full of shit.
Dragons
The day is empty,
now a broken vessel
shattered with time.
Shards of glass
cut into the night,
a severed golden dream,
a golden hope
that drains
into liquid pain,
solidified into
skull cracking
bone splitting
acid raging
mayhem of a dragon
that dives and thrives
inside this brain.
Every thought is suspended
hanging from a pedastol,
choking out a scream,
unable to escape
...just like me.