The Expiration date

about how humans expire just like fruit and ect... it may not make sense and when there are spaces that means it may not rhyme but I urge you to remember poetry is free formed and has no rules

 The grapes are rotten 

In the skeleton’s hand

the shapes forgotten

In this inexistent land

my mouth full of cotton

my heart buried in the sand

the skeleton’s gotten

too old to stand

 

Squeeze the flesh

that resides in your bones

let it drip down and mesh

into the cemetery’s stone

 

Let the sleeves 

on your arm drape

over my words

let all who believe

turn into silk birds

 

Let the skull smile

In it’s current state

let the puzzle piece pile

into the right mate

let the mask, vile

eyes staring you into your hate

 

Eyes, eyes everywhere

how I hate it, How I hate it

when they stare

blink back the eyelids

and hold your gaze

they’ll keep you hostage 

in it’s Iris maze

 

Waxy hand in your grip

the golden apple

starts to rip

skin melts away

and turns to marrow

The flames ray

burns fast like arrows

 

Ribbons direct

me to my veins

red strings reflect

My sins of cain

My grip crumbling from neglect

Connect me to what remains

The sticker peeling of the reject

The expiration date of all who play the game

Author's Note

please read description first :)

Reviews

[Annalisa]

I really enjoyed this problem, but I had a bit of a problem with the rhyming. You do it easily so that it doesn't sound forced which is good but the rhymes are too obvious and that undermines the rest of the poem. Makes it seem more amatureish. But the concept is good I loved and understood your metaphor easily without having to read the description. So good work.

[Rhan F. Sydney]

This is great, simply put. I love your style of writing. Like powerful Spoken Word. Amazing. Thank you for this entry.