SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

Poetry Hasher Hashing

Hashing out poems with little potential here...

Insulated, numb
Can't feel you
Can't feel
My arrogance
Full, yet
I need
I need you

Across this desert
Dead
Can't drink life
Can't drink
Dry
Bones ache, cold
Yet, sweat

Visions, delusions
Are all I have
An empty gut
needs meat
Needs to eat
Yet, no hunger
Can't feel
Numb


Another...

My heart is a metronome
Steady
Beating
Always repeating
Echoing
It's unrelenting
Love

OR somehow haiku?


My heart is a metronome
Steady, beating
Echoing unrelenting love


More...

Just Love Me Back

You feel the laughter
Hot on your ears
veins thick
With the humility
Hands forming
Defeated fists
While concealing eyes
Wanton intent
burning for a lifetime
Because of one moment
innocence, ignorance
Can't take back
publicly professed love
Poor Juliet
Had no intention
Was in no position
To echo back
Or
Was it not love?
Infatuation
put you in that square
On the empty soap box
Where a part of you still remains.
Who am I trying to convince here?
Just love me back.
Maybe, I'll know.



One more, even more depressing...hashing out still and may never finish these...

Let me inhale the sweet gas
Fill these hungering lungs
Savor a (black, vile) mixture (that rolls down)
Beneath the gums

Then, send your (harsh, brutal) lips
So it will numb
Every fear of losing you
When we're done

My fantasy is your suicide
For one so young
To send sweet greetings
From your tongue

Deeper down I will go
Before I'm hung
On this poisoned remedy
I'm that dumb.



Why does rhyme either punctuate or kill the mood, message? So hard to know when to run to or from the desire to create these appetizing sounds that beg to be heard, implore an answer.