Author: Nova Ray
Date:
Hello all! I had previously written this poetry out somewhere else but I wanted to put it here on my website ^-^.These poems marked the beginning of my passion for writing. It was where I discovered the power of writing to both show beauty and expression. One of my big goals through alot of these poems was to play with rhythm and to see how sparse I could make a poem while still keeping it interesting. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoy.
It features graphic discussions of mental illness and has some disturbing imagery so please be warned.
Silver square turns into
deadly door—Screaming void turns
into gilded entryway of hell—
Fearful glances spot the straggly
hair—
She is coming—Coldness here—Candles
dead—
Spirits surround
us—Laughing as we stay
inside our gates of flesh—
(20220301)
Sink dripping—
Fidget, pace—
—Tap tap—
Fridge make noise—
Startled jump—
—Tap tap—
Dark thoughts flaring—
Gloom surrounds—
Breathing quickens—
—Tap tap—
Be aware—
—Tap tap—
Breathe in nose—
Relax jaw—
—Tap tap—
Breathe air out mouth—
Shoulders drop—
Tension leaving—
—Tap tap—
Silent night— Mind holds hell— —Tap tap— Write out words— Call to friends— —Tap tap— Hell is lonely— Nails in head— Heaven's real— —Tap tap— Hell in head— (20220111)
Corpses haunt my eyes!— Blink!—Clean their resting place!— Their resting place rots— (20220122)
Stilted walk—Awkward wave—Saccharine smile given as you slink my way and speak to me your artificial talk— Hollow eyes—Gilded lips—Avaricious roaming gaze—Assessing to see what you can steal-Grab-Take—
Empty eyes—Greedy hands—Words are used as tactics to encroach upon the fortresses you take-take-take—Souless eyes—Closing space—Selfish words—Showing your desire for a stringed up Toy- Toy-Toy—
Voids of unremitting screaming lacerate my flesh—As I sit—Idly drinking morning tea—Swiring 'round my skull—Acrid memories deracinate me from my soul—As I sit and contemplate the intricate sublimity of herbal tea—
As I brush my teeth—Cruel, scabrous hands tear away my skin—Writing ruby ledgers of my rended body's balance— Staring at my twin through blemished seeing glass—Oberving how xyr fantoccini body is unfettered—I realize I've cultivated strings—
Who will come and puppeteer the Soul-Body-Self?—
Rooted in my quiet prison—Serving those who
come to come and go—Gazing
blankly back—Being groped and
hit by apathetic, scabrous hands—Slowly
crumbling string by string—As they make
hate upon my
Body-mind-heart-soul-self—
Who will come and puppeteer the Mind-heart-home-house?—
With closed eyes they
abrogate their guilt—Making
Hate with every scornful,
apathetic thrust—My
mind-soul-self is fading—My
body abdicating rule
Who will come and puppeteer the Heart-Soul-Tool?—
Kissing invisible
scars—Hoping to
mend without seeing—See without
feeling—
hoping to
heal xyr being—Every
touch is a
shot in the
dark—Aiming to
help heal
marks—Hoping—
(20220119)
Moon cuts—
Wall bleeds white light—
Moon smirks—
(20220123)
Rotting skin—Yellow
smile—Dead-eyed
stare revealed as I'm
rooted to the
spot to do the work-work-
work—
Rotting soul—Nothing
will—Empty void revealed
because I-cannot-stop-I-
cannot-stop-I-cannot-
Stop—
Rotting mind—Wretched
pill—Cursed little thing, it
extirpates me from my
dreams and takes possession of my-
mind-mind-
mind—
(20220118)
Blank stares—Lecture slides—
Bodies falling like red leaves—
Crunch!—They have crumbled—
(20220122)
Bodies collapsing—
Blood drips onto the first snow—
Work as usual—
(20220225)
Eyes wither—
Body rots—Students'
heads are vessels storing
suicidal thoughts—
Worn down—Stretched
thin—Running out of
time to save themselves to
save their friends—
Sickened soul—Sanguine
sink—At 3 a.m. they
cleanse each other's
knives that write with
ruby ink—
Throat closes —Eyes
water —Cramming
for a test while corpses
mold inside their mind—Warping
thoughts distort and stain the structure of their brain—
Screaming fills my mind—Diamonds rain from the Moon—Tears Descend, seasoning misery— (20220301)
Antisceptic air—
Lungs tighten—Breathing weakens
everything is fine—
(20210120)
Reference range: Not detected—Result:
Detected—You are
infected—Death is
well connected—It is expected to
leave you subjected to
unsuspected infections—You are
protected but nonetheless
selected — This is the unexpected you
collected—You are
Vulnerable—
Isolated—
(20220118)
Lungs scream—Cough
hardens—Back flinching—
Curling in a ball to
strangle out a wretched little
breath—
Wheezing-breathing—Scared to
see the bright white coat that's
washed in blood—Terrified of
deadly kindness—
Apathetic doctors
disregarding patients'
pleas—Focusing on numbers and
accumulating fees—
Accumulating tabs from the
deceased and the diseased—
(20220116)
Wait in waiting
room—Alone to
contemplate the
Ding of the
Machine—
(20220129)
Alone—Clawed
ghouls close in—Opening
arms—We embrace —Trading
gifts—Drinking mango
nectar—
(20220126)
Sparkling eyes
eaten by apathy—Life
sucked
out of an emptying
shell—
(20220125)
Imaginary knives slit—Parting
my skin—Seeing empty voids where
blood should drip—I
Run
Run
Run
Fail/Fall-i
n
g
(20220203)
Mirrored eyes—Reflecting
dreams contained within the soul—
Mirrors sending back without
returning—Taking in without
receiving—
(20220203)