created by alcoholicpoet

this poem tells the story of the frailties that make us strong. 

the temperament of intimacy is an isolated equation. thick with tears and soot.

touch is a contract. filthy with choices.

our past walks in front of us. our bodies all jagged bits of catastrophe. left behind by strangers in familiar skins.

the crux of time is in its debt to us. an eternal bargain struck between capitulation and defiance.

we tie our knots in the throat of tomorrow. grinning as it struggles to breathe.

the truth is just a sum. a broken protagonist in a tale without an ending.

we break and twist. helplessly tethered to this rotting flesh.  frantically touching each other in a perpetual series of promises almost kept. 

we are the only real gods. harvesting life from all that we've lost. 

Filed under: September 2024 Sad Poems. 

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the angle of trust is dependent upon the trajectory of skin.

touch stumbles through its math. distance devours the remainder.

we clutch the pieces. imagining the whole. frail predators gnawing on empty bones.

time crawls out of its skin. a charlatan in sweet smelling robes.

life presses itself against the glass. but the truth refuses to let it in.

we're only a scratch on the face of eternity. that barely bleeds.

the wolf quivers in his hunt. salivating at the thought of the kill.

but his prey is evolving. learning. his weaknesses.

his earnest claws an impotent artifact.

his once ample fangs, dulled by time. 

Filed under: September 2024 Poetry

created by alcoholicpoet.com

this poem is about the evolution of self and/or the lack thereof. 

 time bites its lip as it begins to speak. still corrupted by yesterday's idling engines.

their bodies like templates. pieces and puzzles to be solved. in the brutal hierarchy of touch.

our eyes steal moments from the abyss. our voices cut meat from their corpses.

the truth is tender. everything else is sharp. survival is merciless.

the days count us as we fumble through the fog. eyes wide, still unwilling to see.

gravity simmers inside us. patiently waiting for us to reach the edge. 

Filed under: September 2024 Sad Poetry. 

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this poem is about the changes that define us. 

 the exit scolds her as she attempts her escape. time tumbles. all falling leaves and papercuts. the darkness quietly clings to its remaining spark. even as the winter devours the flame. 

choices are fertile. skin is like gallows. someone will hang today. 

the world is tender. half eaten meat. and the animals are voracious. 

the storm is timid. unsure of its strength. 

but the sky is earnest. and the soil is ambivalent. 

her touch is shallow as she pretends to trust the game. 

her pieces are scattered. as she continues to maneuver them.

no longer interested in winning. 

wearing each puzzle like a new face. 

while all the world becomes a stranger. 

Filed under: September 2024 Sad Poetry

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This poem is about knowing yourself in spite of how others may perceive you. 

 louder than i remember it. quieter than it's ever been. thieves in plastic masks. wearing smiles made of skin. 

the edge kept pushing long after we'd fallen. 

the lies held their breath. the zippers sharpened their teeth.

we were counting out loud. as if someone was listening.

the sky fell. just as we knew it would.

we pretended to know. because that was our only defense.

collecting the buttons as the machine fell apart.

imagining someday the puzzle could be solved.

little dolls spent by catastrophe.

flaunting themselves in dirty dresses that never fit quite right. 

Filed under: September 2024 Poetry

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This poem is about linear thinking and circular emotions. 

we steal time in broken sticks. weak  assassins in faded gowns.

he asked me how many times the sky had fallen.

i told him, i'd lost count.

we say their names. as if, that is enough to know them. anxious imposters in solvent mirrors.

time peddles its epiphanies in obvious machines.

we wrestle with the mechanics that would make us whole again.

change bleeds softly. distracted by the relentless ache. 

we pretend to know the strangers who corrupt us.

every penny spent. all debts fomented. every lie meticulously curated.

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this sad poem is about lateral choices and the limits of skin. 

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time drew its knots. eager orphans shed their skins.

the slope wore our voices. in stuttering salves. as if this disease has a cure.

we spun the math. manic architects trapped within our own walls.

our conspirators defeated by the astringent anatomy of touch.

the terrain choked on the remnants of our choices.

we conceded to gravity. perpendicular to shame. eager to fall.

our tethers strained. our collars chafed. as the world expanded without us. 

we bargained with the wolf. 

earnest carpenters of houses made from straw. 

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 we sold our voices to the loudest thieves. we wore their machines like second skins. 

we climbed the creaking stairs in search of Bethlehem. 

time flows in stuttering stitches and empty cups. a slouching grief that chafes against the panic of touch. 

a long series of zippers with our flesh caught in their teeth. 

monsters expelled from paradise. 

we go everywhere and nowhere. trapped in a irrevocable conceit. 

the corners ask our names. but they no longer belong to us. 

the distance grows impatient. smeared lipstick and honey on the cheeks of weakening assassins. 

we are simple. spent matches at the crux of the flame. 

we are merchants of a desperate equation. building our world with borrowed bricks. 

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the atoms collided. the molecules danced.

they touched. strangers in familiar skins. tasting each other's scars.

the walls shifted. worn by scavengers.

she solved the maze. only to find there was no exit.

she paused at the fissure. mesmerized by the disaster.

foolish enough to bargain with the ghosts.

the hours chewed on the pulp, but never swallowed the meat.

her voice all static. coins in torn purses. spent on nothing.

she looked over the edge. surprised by its redolence.

she looked over the edge. and listened as gravity laughed. 

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 the hours crumble. all broken teeth and bloody lips.

their names disappear. brief storms.

time perches on its pedestal. counting. always counting. grief's waning dividends.

their voices echo. stolen ladders that dare us to climb. even as the ceiling collapses.

the truth is patient. as it stumbles over our epiphanies.

we've had so many lives. jagged zippers solve for the remainder of our flesh.

the trickle of tomorrow carves its path.

undeterred by the impending flood. 

Filed under: Sad Poetry September 2024