POETRY (unpublished)
Though majority of my time consists of drawing illustrations and book writing for my series, I try to find the time to get my creative juices flowing with some free verse poetry. Down below are some are my attempts at traditional poetry. (Many are yet to come!) One of them, Price Of Heaven was published in The American Library of Poetry's Talented when I was a senior in high school, back in 2012. My poem "Lugubrious" was published in the Valley High school newsletter and the token behind the Student of the month award that was granted unto me in 2012.
LUGUBRIOUS
Watch the body writhe
you see the life depart thy eyes?
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Watch the screams impact the air
the voice's last verbal attempt to share
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Watch as the heart sounds its final beat
the carcass sits as a bag of meat
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Watch its soul rise and depart our world
Its innocent spirit captured beautifully as it unfurled
Watch the motionless corpse sit rather still
Do you remember its last cry for help? As it was hoarse and shrill?
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Watch as the sun raises and sets, time passes by
maltreated in solitude, the corpse with no name will be forced to lie
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Watch as corrupted nature finds a way
the skin desiccating and the organs crumbling by each vile day
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Watch as all that remains is crushed bones
still clothed with the attire of the soul it once owned
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Watch it decompose into grains of earth
such hollow unavenged corruption only bringing Satan mirth
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Watch as the memory of such be forgotten
only for the murderer distance away to mock them
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Watch his malicious smile stretch his lips smug
confident, because only HE knows where he had dug.
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REDEMPTION
SONNET-
A corrupted heart will pry us apart
But this was what you intended to do.
Like a scythe to hash my discouraged heart,
The fragments of my soul are left askew.
Tainted fool who severed our wedding vows
With I, the following, unknowing sheep
Was that damn whore so worthy of a browse?
While I gave you my full world to keep?
Tired of tears! No more will I lament!
You can drown in your spiteful deeds so cruel.
No more will I wait for you to repent
For I am on a higher tier than you!
As you weep now, I hope you own the clue
I , just as well, can be a sinner too…
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LET LIVE
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To see with fearful eyes sealed
Is to live and crawl in a cautious kneel
To suspect that the world is moving beneath your steps
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When in fact you haven’t gained any depth
But a diapered shallow man of too many lost years
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Faith
(TANKA POEM)
Nurtured moon that sees
Plays the north star as we dream
Lord’s source of kind light
To lasso the orb to me
So that I too may believe
Price Of Heaven
Have you ever grew numb enough to sense reality was fading?
and that white light drew you in?...
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Have you ever heard the voice of an angel?
simply Elegant, and utterly soothing in an unimaginable way?
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Have you ever seen the innocent darling faces of children?
curiously laughing as they drift from cloud to cloud?
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Have you ever sensed the essence of true perfection?
Never compelled to suffer by the shadows of death, disease and sin?
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Have you ever tasted nothing but sympathy and bliss?
Always surrounding you in thick tranquility?
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Have you ever touched a piece of heaven?.....
...upon your silent deathbed?
BATTLEFEILD
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MARGEY ANDLOTT
The air outside stinks of cigarettes and what my mom calls gasoline
Hurts my eyes more than any fresh mug pie
The air inside, stinks of glue, too much glue.
Eyes raise when Mrs. Duncan introduces me.
I know all they see is the carrot bush on my head
They snicker.
And they snicker as I pass.
They snicker as I sit....
head bowed to glare at the wood desk top
There’s the teacher wearing a buttoned-up dress that looks like it was suffocating her.
My peers to my left shuffles their feet, dress petticoat in their fingers.
There’s another girl sitting in front of me, in another dress.
I wear rumpled jeans with the boys.
Mine are stilled dotted with chicken poop from father’s coop
Claw tears from the fox I had chased out
Father’s coop
An airplane away
I live with mommy now.
She says the city will treat us right.
So far, the city doesn’t like my freckles
So far, the city doesn’t trust my pickled onions.
“Where’s your lunchables?” they laugh.
So far, the city cuts my voice down, I speak and they repeat my drawl back at me like they are trying to crack a jigsaw.
My English isn’t realistic.
“Recess” is a green vast field
No cows. No chickens. No pigs to chase.
I miss Duncan. He would let me chase him, and he’d let me win.
There’s a gray bird but when I come close he flies and I am alone again.
Worst of all, no one steps in the mud.
There’s a sign that says so, we are not allowed to.
Baloney.
I jump with the imaginary hogs in my head.
I am me
The city will not take that from me.
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BOOK 1-
Holy Corpse: Demontia's Mask Poem
Prayer to the Lord, my soul to keep
Holy redemption for all who weep
Souls left swimming in the abyss
Forgotten memories I still miss
My heart, a tattered mess
A despicable creature and something less
Destruction of a human race
Abandoned dreams left to chase
A destructive disgrace
An abominable face
What will become of me?
Red is all I find myself to see.
Rage will flood my veins
Malformed and deranged
The demon untethered from its chains
Free to murder and maim
Destiny scripted in my skin
Still, I pray on my bloody shins
This face of Malice I must hide
But in the end, who else will die?
Death of a dying soilder
For what cause?
For what cause?
Spilled blood for feuding nations
When we all share the same rock
This 3rd rock from the sun
This absorbed war between little men,
This disastrous battle between swollen egos
Lost limbs and tampered minds
You die, like all the rest,
Another number
And if ye shall live
A even worst fate awaits thee
You live to die
and you die to live.
So what is that cruel stalemate that lies in between?
This battlefield away from the battlefield...
RAPTURE
Lifeless, cryptic, a divided mystic.
Truth be told, scum beneath the Lord.
Death to dark deeds, and alive to God.
Grace shall abound, justice served to all.
Woe to those who favor sin. It is time.
Let the Final Purge begin.