poems – Dcid Corvid

During this Call to Arms

May 2, 2015 by sidcorvid

During this call to arms,
This duty in an age of arms,
I cherish this moment
Of being held, deeply, in your arms.

Your quivering body holding me,
Words escaping me,
We know what tomorrow may bring,
That a bullet may just find me.

Know that if one does,
My dying memory will be in your arms,
Knowing we are one of soul.

Smile that you’ll have loved a hero.
Know that your love, here,
Smiling, gave me final comfort.

In this call to arms,
I see that you love me.
Knowing my sacrifice is not in vain.
Smiling to still your pounding heart.

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Let the order be handed down

May 2, 2015May 2, 2015 by sidcorvid

Let the order be handed down,
Let the world know
That the traitor, this terror,
Is bound to be bound and burned.

For his crimes of neglect,
For his crime of betrayal,
Friends must forget forgiveness,
Kin can’t console the killer.

Dress him in the finest garb,
Dress him as a martyred hero,
For the finest of flattery
Makes the most morose mockery.

Set a torch under his aching feet.
Set a fire in the hearts of none.
Time won’t tarnish thought
Of fiends freely forgotten.

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A Porcelain Doll

March 31, 2015 by sidcorvid

A porcelain doll,
So soft in complexion.
In her confidence
I place my greatest failings.

She doesn’t know
That she is my refuge.

I prefer to listen, though,
To the silence of her
Trials and tribulations.
A peace is found here.

How could a mere man
Craft such a divinity?

Why would I place such faith
In a relic of what should have been?
How can her dark eyes
Force such a devotion?

I ask without rhetoric.
I have found an answer.

Such art must be cherished.

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Be a Man!

March 23, 2015 by sidcorvid

I recognize that every breath is a fight,
Gagging on your own blood and all,
But you just gotta hold on.

You’re not done fighting yet.
Open your fuckin’ eyes!
Look at me, you pussy!
You’re not going to die in my arms.

Don’t make me tell your family
All that horseshit about
Memories being timeless
And you, now, living in them.

Be a man!
Suck it up!
Wake up.

It’s too late, though, isn’t it?
Your lips are blue, body stiff.
Please wake up,
Don’t do this to me.

Where’s the poetry in this?
There’s no beauty here.
Why do the birds keep singing,
Serenading this tragedy?

Why would you do this to me?
Why would you rest
When there’s still so much for us to do?

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In a momentary moment of silence

March 7, 2015 by sidcorvid

In a momentary moment of silence,
A train bellows in the background,
Easing the pain
Of a momentary moment of silence.

I hate that I don’t, any longer,
Long to vagabond about CONUS,
Dreaming of a future undetermined.

I have a line now,
So very far removed from heroism,
Pride, so long gone.
I have a line now.

I’m on a nonstop west,
To jump is simply not worth the risk.
I’ll soon be a far cry from home.

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Burnt to Hell… Just wanna call home…

March 6, 2015March 6, 2015 by sidcorvid

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Burnt to hell,
This song has me wanting
To make a call home.

I just want to ring up mum,
To See how brother is growing,
To See if sister has met a boy.

I want to sit and watch tv
While brother shoots his plastic guns
And sister frets over makeup before a dance.
Mama is with sister, fixing hair.

It’ll be peace,
With cat purring on my lap,
And birds chirping from their cage.
Everything will be alright.

But, oh forlorn hope,
I’m here, and I’m burnt
And this song won’t end.

It’s been awhile, Book (update)

February 16, 2015 by sidcorvid

So, some updates.

I haven’t been posting recently, school has been crazy and writing has been hit or miss. I’ve also been putting a lot of work into publishing my first collection of poetry.

The collection is titled Sins and Serenity, and is a selection of some of my favorite pieces of the last year or two. It’s in the final stages, I’m just waiting to receive my proof copy, after which I will make it available for sale. I will post the information on how to get a copy when it is completed.

I’ll follow this post with a new poem, thank you all for reading!

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