The Cold HungerA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe) A collab between R.J Calzonett & Aurora. We took turns writing this poem. Aurora wrote the first, third, and fifth parts. I wrote the second, fourth, and sixth parts.
The Cold Hunger For a Soul
Catastrophe
I won't incinerate photographs of ancestry and ailed heart I won't smoke infinite cigarettes to burn out Nor drown in bottles of ales and drink tears in silhouette. Can't let it heal though, I'd scrape my raped heart, Won't let it smother itself in solitude, in deficiency of a tint, Until I break skulls and sink in ail of blood and drink in And immerse in revenge of loss, until I cool over the perspire. And ashen in incandescence of molten rage. Vaporize splendour of gold cast dark hearts and platinated evil spirits I'd make you sob and writhe, beg in excruciating torment Verses incarcerate you and abuse like I suffered once.
Balancing On The Last Tightrope
People broke me into shattered glass Just so I could put the pieces of broken hope Into my missing vessel pretending to be wholehearted And cut through the chains that bound My connection to the outside world I backed away from the streets I knew, in full moon Looming over the stars reflecting in the sewergrates While the world cried for blood Someday’s when I face this world alone It looks the other way To lock eyes away and never see the truth Buried in solitary The gears are still turning My bodycounting down Tick tock softly As the seconds fade like the rain in a bloody mist Like the darkness kissed Balanced on the fingertips of the abyss Chalice of malachite drinking in my cysts
Prisoned Ends
Our own
selves share nightmares of world destruction
Own Little World in the Tunnel
I lost my old-sideways of thinking Half the mind to be blind to your viewpoint, your hallucinations translucent We’ll never share the same dream I will never awaken to the light at the end of the tunnel Put simply; I am the tunnel Backtracking through the path that brought farther me away from happiness There are no one else’s shoes to walk in on this road I hold my footing, my ground, the shadows stray You are only someone who walked away from that And I honestly hope that gets you somewhere better So I can finally be left alone in the darkness, at piece with the puzzle With my cards playing solitaire locked in place like a pawn on the board Right where you left me Right where you should have been Right where I lived in my own little world The city sleeps in alleyways Concrete mausoleum of dreams The moon sleeps like a bulletwound in God The monster that once was sleeps, and I’d be a fool to wake him Nothing else sleeps so soundly here Everything is off-tune The melody of melancholy is inviting But it always overstays it’s welcome When the people say goodbye to this cruel world and blame me I am only brick and mortar I don’t feel for those who shackle themselves in their own webs The low hanging fruit hangs by a thread But I cannot sow together something that doesn’t know what it means to cut loose So you're free to leave me here Rip apart the tear I shed My husk and cast aside the dice of shadows playing craps with their tin cups Like a memorial of what was once the fabric of this world Interwoven curtains buried on the final stage Patching up the wounded ragdolls that swing like chandeliers There isn’t any light here Disfigured by the firebrand-newborn again Closed in with the smoke underneath my skin Burning hatred that is not incandescent rage Just the ashes grasped by dirty hands of fate Just the memories that left me fumbling around in the dark Chasing fairytales as they slipped through my fingers Reaching for the end/s (of the earth) Fallen behind the times that wait for no one No second chances to present shapeshifting in this day and age For old times long past on during this outdated period of relapse Another daydream land that lost track Its train of thought never to reach a destination Simply to ride the rusting rails of eternity Shedding light on the outcast shadows of a man Because I lost my old-sideways of thinking Years ago inside my head Trailing off into the unknown path Until there was nowhere left to run
Behind Cold Bars
I find myself abandoned behind bars, My hands reach none behind the glass prison I sit down on the cold baked floor with a hungered stomach That drinks blood of its own. I melt like snowflakes on crooked walls, Mold in tears and scarred courage of thousands of tongues. I lie down looking up at heavens, with no courage but hope to fly once more, To eat it up out of love and hunger for loss Empty the cold hunger for a soul.
Wallow
My mouth has spoken so many words smothering me in dead songs Breathing in the music and exhaling rhymes, metaphors Fumes of the womb Music of the moon Trials of the industrial nocturne Telephone lines the raven’s used to flock to Before they became their own carrion Eat your heart out hollow apple core It is a heavy burden, a hard pill to swallow There is nowhere left behind, no angel to follow Barren collection divine, contagious séance wanderers wallow The shadowlands fathered with their doppelgangers And the light at the end of the tunnel Just makes this blind society a darker place than it should have been
© 2020 R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Author's Note
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R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)Burlington, Halton, CanadaAboutMost of my poems can be differing lengths depending on the time you want to spend reading them. You can avoid reading anything brackets, or read it all. If you want an in-between, you can read only th.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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