I've been into dark, abstract stuff lately.


Memory

Wishing wells ripe for dreamers

Bitter and alone he is

Standing on a sharp precipice

Metaphorically awaiting

Instruction from god

Tasting aloneness and solice

From devils

He passes the hours

Silent, futile

Liquid glass swallows smoothly

Blurs existential lines and truth

Waiting, waiting by the fireside

Darkly spewing ochre, bilious scenes

Imaginary scenes

Ripped from torn savory fleshtiles

While time slowly coagulates

And it matters,

It matters

Pretty good! I write poetry, too, would have to work up the nerve to post anything, but it's sure a nice intellectual release, isn't it?

Thanks! You should post some..or go over to poetrywars.com and you can enter them against other poets.