Beyond the Mirror mimic, himself in the mirror perfect reflection of self-healed beyond gaze, a man crumbles disease rotting from within worn strands of hands grasp for help, but only shake with a smile, but it is fake the man is riddle with decay hiding his decline only to protect, the target, is not to be known. 11/17/21 – Andy McRae
Month: November 2021
NIGHTMARES
slivers in time divide my mind in fine a world in miniature framed at my door when I move it centers more splinters in my mind telling me where to seek the bottom-line sunk below now i am swimming at sea amidst floating insanity fissures in this sphere my head cracking under pressure now i see through the field of shimmering lines that divide reality from nightmare a land beyond of terrifying dimensions nightmares waking my eyes are darkened by the shadows reality a glint that tickles the back of my head but i belong now to the realm of NIGHTMARES 11/4/21 – Andy McRae
Sol
Sol Can the Sun’s rays, bring down the days counted from the last until the very brave come forth to claim that the days were never slain by the very gleam carried before the rain lost in weeks of reflection those days of inner connection brought on by the Sun or turmoiled by the winds moved by the thought that these reflections brought raised to boom away the winds in hopes they sweep away my sins the moon grows cold late autumn world my sun is gone away but my stars are here to stay. 11/13/21 – Andy McRae
Flowerbeds
Flowerbeds Love permissible For a man so dismissible Short stares Leaving flowerbeds bare My heart, how do I dare Bare forth more than I can hold In my hand, my love grows cold A waiting for that hour When I am told, I am allowed to flower My love can grow No longer be locked In ice and snow 11/14/21 – Andy McRae
4 New Poems Today 11/30
At each 10am, 2pm, 5pm and 7pm ct, there will be new poems released. So keep an eye out for these 4 fantastic poems. I hope you enjoy them.
Shadows and Sticks
Shadows and Sticks
caffeine hyperdrive
a manic stuck on auto drive
retrograde mental projections
back turned, I left in rejection
illusions weaved in my mind eye
forsaken by the very reality, I
a world of shadows and sticks
bending the truth, as the candle
burns down to the wick
I feel sick
10/18/21 – Andy McRae
Warped Visions
Warped Visions Spectral figures haunt A maddening taunt Beckon the demons They torture my soul I hurt them once Now their spirits Hurt me evermore My mind is ablaze With twisted images Of the deadly glaze Warped visions Taken by the ones Harassed my mental Insanity pleasures glad Taken from them Given to me mania Forever illness Images that haunt Warp the mind There is no exit 11/14/21 – Andy McRae
The Crunch of Leaves Under Foot
The Crunch of Leaves Under Foot leaves dancing in the tumbles of the breeze decay falling down, to the ground, so brown my mind filled, thoughts scattered and worn this body torn by stress, no time to decompress a black silhouette mourns down the cobbled path leaves on the left, death on the right, time behind soft footfall leaves crunched leaves under heel how can a man feel when the world is dying 11/9/21 – Andy McRae
a Funeral
a Funeral death in casual passing to mourn the trespassing feel the tears form in eyes retain forlorn goodbyes wish back love lost past gather not but flowers harassed will seeping through bone growing so old and alone vision fades to naught lying in a tomb of distraught 11/10/21 – Andy McRae
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