risen

risen

 

her rebuilt blue eyes

scream ruins of red hatred

across the neutral green couch

 

the dog

lies calmly on the hostile border

and chews on what’s left

of my scarred up leather past

 

on the way to church last week,

Faith walked into the bowling alley

to pick up a new wrist brace

and never came back out

 

I sat in the hot car for 5 hours

thinking of new religions

that might match my personality

 

I decided to go Heaven

      stag

 

 

when I close my eyes

it’s all bricks with hairline fractures

and zombie thoughts grinning

from open graves

 

every part of me is stained

with straight blood

and twisted laughter

 

all the evil I have killed

is rising again

 

undead armies march over the bridge

from which my best friend once leapt

to his demise

 

I sit quietly drinking coffee

and contemplating

the pros and cons

of having my brains

                                     eaten

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

I've read this several times, and the only word I can come up with is 'epiphany'... but I don't know how to use it in a sentence to describe just what kind of epiphany this is.
There are personal demons, too long restrained, straining at the leash; your protagonist had better hold on tight.

[Hayley]

My God, I love it. It is so powerful it's almost mind-blowing..I can definitely relate to this in some way. It's just incredible!
the dog
lies calmly on the hostile border
and chews on what’s left
of my scarred up leather past

Is just one example of a perfect stanza! Going into my favorites for sure

[KAREN]

I love your stories! Very entertaing, love the part I decied to go to Heaven stag!!

[Amy Bumpas]

Another trip you took us on, and some really great
lines in this. The last sentences reminds me of a zombie
movie...oh, no, they are coming for me! LOL!

[Cocoacandy]

wow.. quite gruesome... i like that you show a random day and how the feelings of loss and regret and anger are woven in like a quilt on someone's shoulders... good work,
*cocoabean*

[M Baker]

This piece makes me ask if we ever truly can see the tell-tale signs of the impending doom which will befall us all. Can we really make our lives better or are we destined to relive the same tortures of the past over and over? Sometimes it would be nice to be devoured...not just our bodies but our entire consciousness as well. To have never existed would be the only peace we find.

[FaithfullyJennyBear]

I thought this poem was going to be something sweet...
but wow nice zombie ending :P
great poem :)

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

It reads as the calm before the storm. Knowing full damn well all those 'issues' from the past are coming back with a vengence, far more aggressive and torturous than before. Sitting, in full knowledge of what's coming while not quite accepting it much less preparing for it.

[V.B.]

D****t. Every single time.

How much will it cost for for permission to just tell people that I wrote this? How much for your whole library? I swear you manage to be prolific before I even manage to get out of bed in the morning, and you manage to be brilliant every single time. This, like all that I have read of yours, was like an F5 tornado through my jury-rigged peace of mind.

[OT]

jeez the stuff you can come out with after glass of coffee - enough to make me wonder what exactly goes into your coffee haha - as always brilliantly descriptive and intriguing! show off lol!! ha nice!