cleaverchris

Tag: free verse

Dancing Man

He lounges on a New York bench,
a worn hat covering his eyes.
But he’s not sleeping.
His foot is tapping to a beat I can’t hear.
Slowly at first.
Then the rhythm picks up
and both feet are tapping,
tapping like the drip-drop patter patter
of rain splashing down.
It’s more intense now
as his hands slap his knees—a downpour.
Then I see what he [...]

Either Way

Sometimes on my daily drive to school
I would imagine what places I would find
if I just kept driving, driving, driving.
Would there be a serene country covered
in rolling, green hills, slightly stylized
like the ones you see in paintings?
Would the sky always be a pleasant blue,
openly accepting my clouds of worry?
I think I’d plant myself on a [...]

I Love to See You Die

Lately, you’ve been breaking so beautifully:

with your shattered-soul starlets
illuminating my lonely,
aphotic nights;
with your vivid splashes of red
adding magnificence to my
achromatic days;
with your sweet-burning dreams
radiating warmth to my
apathetic heart;
with your melodious, agonized cries
infusing life into my so
anemic self.

(I love to see you die.)

7 Days to Die

Day One: The Deconstruction of Your Mind
Hold still while they take an axe to your head.
Day Two: Rape of Innocence
And steal what made you good.
Day Three: Half-Truths and Absolute Lies
They fill the deep emptiness with nothing.
Day Four: A Blacker World
And they leave you hating.
Day Five: Coping with Insanity
You learn to [...]