Poem 9

Monster Encyclopedia


The Hound

Through the thick leaves of the Thyanime Forest in the heart of Uzban stands a cave.

A cave so dark the night fears it.

A cave so cold a fire cannot spark.

A cave so damp no plants can grow.

In this cave reigns a creature known as The Hound.

Legend has it that it was once a man who fell in love with the only daughter of the demigod Crixus.

She was as beautiful as one thousand suns.

With hair as plush like the mane of a lion.

With lips so plump as a newly blossomed peach

With eyes so blue like the sea on a summer day.

The man fell in love and wanted no other to have her. He broke her legs and hid her so no one else can lay eyes on her. Crixus found this out and cursed him for he hated him because he stole his only daughter.
The Hound was cursed to have boneless legs. They are just sacks of blood that straggle behind him. He brawls through the dirt, with his tattered elbows, blending in with the forest. 

This man, now creature, exists alone in his darkened cave. Beastlike, with dark eyes wild like the hyena. Hair matted in place with years of dirt. His screams curdle the night’s cool air as he caresses the bones of his virgin bride. You know you are close when you see the carcasses of animals from as small as the squirrel to as big as the ape.

*Updated December 2 2015

Poem 8

Twitter Poetry

1.
The soils ready to plow/lay it down in its bed/wet it with water/the sun bakes the brown #lovemesomecake

2.

Frolicking through fields of flowers/pollen tickling my nose/rush of wind wisps through my hair #druglife

3. 

Clear skies with no cloud buffering/ mirrors the darkened lake/ showing a distorted image #lukeiamyourfather

4. 

Rises like the sun at dawn/it comes slow/ inch by inch/ then bursts with all its glory

#depression

Poem 7

Haikus 

1.  

Sand beneath my toes

Sun beating down on my neck

My ice cream falls down

2. 

Crunch crunch go my steps

Such pretty colors whirring

Now raked in piles

3. 

Bees buzz in circles

Drunken from pollens sweetness

Rest on flowers tips

4. 

Skating on the ice

Twists and turns around others

I fall on my butt 

Poem 6

A Prayer 

Poem 5

Rebirth: A Sonnet

To be a bud upon your wilting wall

A seed of youth that strains to be expressed

Though roots enfolded seeming at a stall

Emblaze with hornet’s stinging kiss possessed

An ivy branch holds out its reaching arm

Enticing those who need not to be lost

A look around not meant to set alarm

A sheen of dew engorged with silky gloss

Infused by droplets gleaming like the sun

A petal's tip crowns from surrounding womb

Gives rise to murmurs of the little one

Disarming even Satan’s darkened tomb

A bud now blossomed standing ever tall

Withdraws from nature’s often wilting wall