Ritual Poetry
Maybe it's all a performance
Hi there, these are some of the poems I’ve been writing to warm up before working on fiction. Each one is based on whatever my Co-Star horoscope was the day I sat down to write. Just some freaks escaped from my brain without much editing. a
Arrogant Heart
Please explain Is this a heart that takes love for granted As guaranteed or A heart aloof Puffed up and floating high Like a hot air balloon Unreachable Perhaps a heart assured that love Does not exist The brain’s reaction to a chemical Cocktail Lust with a chaser A phantom dissipating in the dawn light And if an arrogant heart be misfortune Can one kill it?
Be a Poem
Painting Pierrot's tear on my cheek Carving “killing myself so you don’t have to” On my thigh Jumping from the roof Forgetting the rose between my teeth
Cherish
I love myself My head full of beetles The dark circles under my eyes Cynicism and mistrust Like leeches on my brain My mates The claws that itch inside my finger tips I love myself The mimicry Mockery Maladaption A death wish That won’t come true I love myself My hunger For pointless things The ravenous hook Grin Infectious laugh Mouthful of destruction Heartful of ticks I love myself
Existing
I keep seeing my dead face Like a corpse-gorged gopher It pops up to stare at my mind Carrara complexioned And I think No This is too smooth I want to be Ripped to pieces
Immaturity
Kill me meat Eat and eat Cut slice Feel that one Kind of pain Avoid the other Lever down Brain off Electricity nil and null Body absorbs Arches Feel that one
The Old World
Behind you, Fear Before you, Bad decisions- Head up Walk on Your crooked path
Immaturity was my fave
Loved the exercise using the Co Star as a prompt.