carcinogenic wonderlands

12/2011 (Blood type B: Installment Ten)

Another cold and baneful night sets 

around my detrimental mindset

taste iron crimson raindrops

as they fall from winters sky

 

the darkness is deleterious as  

carcinogenic wonderlands rise

in concord with the moon that 

shows red splashed landscapes

 unrelentingly 

                   

slashing the throats of my rivals

and smearing their coating warmth 

underneath my dry eyes so that I 

too may cry blood

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[EMF]

A stunningly dark and atmospheric write that created a sea of images. Especially of blood tears. This is one of those poem that has used language with such care and precission that the images will stay in the mind throughout the day. Beautifully dark and delerious. Superbly crafted wether read to oneself or read out loud. Great job

[xXxCynicalWarsxXx]

Dark and mortifying! Loved it! Chilling in the way that makes you grin, and a tethering grind against the bone. Brilliant, but the words I speak cannot come close to describing how amazing it is, in its own essence. Wonderfully dark and connvinning. Wonderful.

[Muse]

Woa! And I thought I needed a shrink. lol I love the macabre world you paint for us all. It makes me appreciate the light that fills my life.

Is it blood moon already? would cry with you! what a wonderful write. Such a dark one, but you know I love that. I feel the longing into the most dark spell in here. If you cried them, those tears of blood... I'm almost wanting a second part... what then? ;) Wonderful

[patricia]

another one of those more familiar poems that I hate to read but do anyway, and always find myself caught up in the pain of it all. Thankyou... you bizaare talented guy.

[Aidz]

Kewl use of words Joshua :)

[johnnyqueer]

This is beautiful. Dark, but I find that usually to be the best.
You describe this scene so wonderfully.

[Andrea Vargas]

'taste iron crimson raindrops' This line is fantastic ! Your poem is very6 emotional and the imagery is great!

[roarke]

blood, meh, it's just a harvest moon, an eclipse thing.....

I wonder what the first two lines and the last two lines would prompt if the piece started out with them.

Graphic and red to say the least. Dark gothic prose to be sure.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the phonetic k cadence throughout gives your wickedly vivid cinematic poetic display all the more sharpness~ tightly woven words play as noose~tightening both the attention and the forth given energy of the reader deeper round the aspect of ghostly fluidity owning every line~ fantastic!~

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

WOW! =O