Poems

Just got a copy of the 10th anniversary edition of Myst

by sidcorvid

Not that that has any real influence on this post. However, I do look forward to playing it, seeing what all the hype was about

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My Kevlar sweetheart,
My violent angel,
Let us go together,
And fuck peace.

Take my hand and watch as I do,
See the fear my name invokes,
The shaking heads,
My bloody hands.

Let us go together
Into the void of inhumanity,
Embrace your base drives,
And tear a fool’s throat open.

We say no to sacrificial guilt.
My love,
Let us walk the juxtaposition,
We’ll live as they die.

Your hands are trembling, dear.
Do not let them see your fear.
The weak feed off the excess of the strong,
Starve them with your bravery.

I’ll be here to the end.
I’ll support your stride,
And stem your blood loss.
So what if tomorrow never comes?

I have you now.

Astray/KO

by sidcorvid

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An old bitter poem and a new burnt out drawing dood

Is a correlation a connection?
Can my loss of you,
Be the reason I lose now?
Is the fact I lost the one I loved,
What warped me to hate everyone else?
I don’t know,
Probably never will.
I have blood on my hands,
And for now,
I’ll blame it on you.

Bass-Based

by sidcorvid

I’m really loving the commercials for that Psycho spinoff. Don’t have any desire to ever watch it, but it did inspire a line in this poem. 

 

Awaiting a bass based planetary bombardment,

Painting in shades of black,

This is my small victory.

A reprieve from the process

Of becoming Norman Bates,

Of looking my cat in the eyes, with shame.

‘Today, I will be the greatest,’

Is yesterday’s gameplan.

As promised

by sidcorvid

As promised

Smoke drifts in ribbons
from between my fingertips.
I stare in silence at the orchestra
For my eyes.
For me.
I dwell on thoughts of romance,
You dwell on the payment for my love.
My heart lurches across my chest
As I watch the acrobatic theatrics.
I long to know the spider-monkey.
She has a life,
A history,
A story.
These fools see her as meat.
I see her as more.

I kinda like Depeche Mode

by sidcorvid
Claudius Escher Wyatt
Claudius Escher Wyatt

Now you might give me condemnation,
As just another John the Revelator,
But I’m looking for a higher love.
I may have done wrong,
But you have nothing to fear.
You look at me,
I feel you.
You see me dressed in black,
Waiting for the night.
I just want to see you,
The sweetest perfection,
And no longer be locked in chains.
As for now,
I’ll suffer well,
I’ll leave in silence.
And I’ll just take a pain that I’m used to.

I found an old poem of mine about a stripper, and am probably going to work on a painting to go with it. Stay tuned

by sidcorvid
Thanks BarbaRAH
Thanks BarbaRAH!

A picture of me, ala Barbara C.

Debating whether to post a poem to go with the pic, but I think I’ll just bitch about my cat rubbing his face on the screen of my computer and rave about how much I love The Left Rights.

Flashback

by sidcorvid

Flashback

The thrill of penetrating,
The power you feel
As you tear open someone’s soul.
Someone blank,
Someone who blankets themselves in false security,
Someone who can be cracked open.
The pure joy you feel
As this person confides in you,
And you know:
You are their confidant,
Their friend,
Their Witness.
You witnessed the Messiah within,
Peaking out to see the world about.
You formed an elastic bond,
One that will not break.

A Failed Painting, and my third attempt to upload this poem

by sidcorvid
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I feel my life,
I feel it.
I really do.
I can feel the inertia of my life spinning,
In a descending spiral.
I can feel the spin and the sinking,
Like a cheap water park.
Eventually, I will hit the hole,
And no matter how hard I try, I won’t be able to get back out.
I will be drown by the decisions I make.
I will suffocate in the titties, beer, and drugs.
The tar in my lungs will make the little air I do grasp,
Meaningless.
And I am happy.
I am a fucking walking train wreck,
But I am happy.
I wear my bomb next to my heart.
Begging it to explode.
I have killed the albatross,
And I feel no remorse.
And I am Ozymandias,
I will be wiped away by the sands of time.
And I will not be missed.
And I am ok with this.
Now back to work.

Apparently I’m still having trouble figuring out how to work a blog.

Vagina in Blue/Man

by sidcorvid

Vagina in Blue/Man

Man-made light breaks the horizon,
Bringing with it the faux joys of a new day.
Yet the raven still flies.

The divines can’t stop for me,
And I won’t be their burden.
I’ll bite my lip, and march on.

My hat’s brim funnels sweat,
Keeping my eyes clear as I look towards the future.
I fight tears.

I’ll make it though.
I always have.
I’m no deadbeat.

Believe it or not,
I’m better than I was.
I’ve grown through this shit.

So many pills,
So many girls,
So many mistakes.

Scar tissue serves a purpose though.
It’s harder to pierce the second time.

As nerves die, and skin hardens,
I evolve into the me I need to be.