Judas' Poems

Here's another quick one.


The Wanderer
Step, step, into death
As I look upon the milling rest
The sun grows strong and shades my eyes
From girls and boys and such things of life
Step, step, my feet grow numb
I sigh and choke and wait
For that single step that shall be my last
My truly lonely fate
Your heart it slows and thankfully
So do love and pain and hate
Your head grows light, a tongue grows dry
It is as much yours as is the fading sky
Step, step, into Mother Earth
As if to spurn her for such a birth
Of man and woman, and silly things
In this meaningless world we are living in
Come with me, step, step, into oblivion.

Here's another one, as always written quite quickly hot off the presses. ^_^



The Boy Who Doesn’t Talk
The boy who doesn’t talk
No words do appear
No simple tidings of foolishness do come to ear.
And he sits there waiting there, frankly frightening
They disturb his sleep, contrite and stupid
He cannot stand it anymore
Watched upon by those whores
The boy who doesn’t talk
The boy who doesn’t find joy and love
And is comfortable with that
As long as he feels the numb
A boy who cannot find the kind
Or find meaning from above
Do hope, do hope, your actions do not wake him
For when he wakes, oh when he talks,
Oh when he opens that great maw
It shall be either true venom
Or the will of something, supremely beautiful

Here's yet another poem of mine for your viewing pleasure, a bit sappy, don't think I've posted it here before. :)



Patience
Oh how beautiful you are, your skin white as alabaster.
Yet as soft as silk.
Oh your beauty is a *******!
Born to grace and it’s ilk.
Oh hollow avatar of my love and lust
Without your beauty, you would fall to dust
Do remember love, age is not just.
Think of me when you are alone and cold.
Of my patient love, and the soul you sold.



(Note, the censored word starts with a B and ends with a D, it rhymes pretty well with alabaster, you figure it out.
1. A child born out of wedlock.
2. Something that is of irregular, inferior, or dubious origin.
3. Slang. A person, especially one who is held to be mean or disagreeable.

;))

Well, I literally just wrote this one. :)
At Poets Sanctuary, the poetry site I frequent, the weekly challenge (which I rather enjoy doing as much as possibly) had a prompt of this:

This one might be a bit hard to grasp, but stick with me: Write about a situation or feeling of being lost--not simply without knowing where you are, but the kind of feeling you get as a child following someone you think is your parent until they turn around and you realize it's someone else. I'm sure some of you will pull off miracles with this prompt. ^_-



Not wanting to use a prexisting poem, and not knowing if any matched this prompt anyway, I decided to write it on the spot, hoping my emotions or lack thereof would flow true. Keep in mind I haven't been writing much lately, so this probably sucks. *shrug* Oh well, I wrote it in like, a dozen seconds anyway. :D




Abortion
Is it my fault I was led astray?
That my soul left long ago
In a field of gray?
Where, oh where, can my brilliance be?
When it is lost in a void of apathy
Who am I, this voice of doom?
Am I the face that smile back
Through the mirror’s gloom?
Am I the voices telling me to turn back?
Ripping, grinding, I cannot let go
Of a hand that never guided me before
Whose fault is it when a soul is lost?
Or when a tongue has gained a bitter taste?
Who can be brought to justice now?
For murdering the pleasure upon my face?
Was it I who lost you, dear dear boy
Or were you simply never inside me at all?
Do you cringe inside me or play so coy
Who will be held responsible for my fall?
Simply said, I know no truth
Only of winding passages
And somber wind