Crystals and Vines

Crystals and Vines

hands held, as she whispers in my ear
can i hear the rain cascading down
around us the world weeps
while we echo under stone

in her eyes, that is where it lies
those of that crystalline shine
peering out of a skull filled mine

moments flicker in the reel
i feel those moments tick
in that bark i call my heart

he came from behind
the distance in time, between heart beats
follows an iced dagger in my back

red tangles of vines flow out
as i fall onto her, crystalline eyes wide
fear spreads across her face
in flickers the attacker descends
dagger plunging into her breast

us two soon to be corpses lay
crumpled in piles of vines and bloodstones
hands held, as the attacker fades away.

8/20/24

The Stained Blade

The Stained Blade

she weeps with a sword in hand, for soon the hour will chime
hands will turn and a death will come far too early.

dressed in dark robes, they circle around the nude woman
with not but a great sword, ready to cleave the soul
of the damned man she swore to save
now she must shave away his head
to make the one she loved a member of the dead.

tick, tock, tick, tock
time winding down, she mourns the sound.

then the chime, the fall, head severed by fate.

the stained blade clatters on the floor
as a dagger is formed out of the air
committed a deed she cannot bear
with tears in her eyes of blue skies
she rises an arm once more
with a swing and a stab
now more gore.

a naked form topples over,
two bodies bleed
ravenously does the circle feed.

7/14/24

CONNECTION

connection

i pass by the lonely one with the sky cast in her eye.
days pass by, only elements will change, the story is the same.
cycle through dresses, in the winter, coats, never that look.
wonder lost eye, lacking the luster of the reflected sky.
i can see a smile hidden beyond stone, carved by pain.

one day, in the rain, her eyes in flames, pouring as the rain.
cold touches hearts when the chill water puddles at drains.
i can feel her pain, a sudden connection of telepathy tethers.
her to me, me to her, we panic without sound, in rain so loud.
to raise faces, to catch eyes, to strangers with their own lies.

to ourselves, we say, many things that must never reach parlay.
thus we did parlay, in a moment we felt each other in ways.
my anxiety over dead that lie, and her, the broken days.
eyes, the mixture of a rainy sky and opals rolled in rivers.
in the moment that passed, she looked away and continued.

into another day of hatred and lies, we both disguise.
words that must be said, words with power.
i never saw the sky again.
will this rain never end.
it will when.

the sun rise returns in reflection.

7/7/24

Blue Splashed with Waves of Foam

Blue Splashed with Waves of Foam

cascades spray echoes of my name
I listen for more, ways to open some door
alas, she whispers the directions in code

through the thicket that tears, tangles, then thorns

adrift, amidst bramble and stone
with a broken sway as I make my way
but to catch a toe, on a jagged snag
to tumbling out onto a glade

tiny rumbles froth forth from that brook
her hair was a blue splashed with waves of foam,
long and slender her frame, a dress made from names

for long the dead wander here in their sleep
before she can awaken the lost, the lonely, with lies
whereby a blue stream through a glade, lost in the thickets
dead men realize their demise.

R – 6/7/24

It’s been awhile…

Sorry for the shortage of posts lately. I have not written a lot of poetry for awhile, but I am excited to have started working on a short story. I used to like writing short stories in high school and college, but have not done much since. when I am done with it I plan on posting it in pieces on here. so I look forward to then.

Between a Doorway

Between a Doorway

as the last light from a fall sun fades
i linger by the doorway to smell
wet leaves and smoke fill my nose
a puzzle of emotions take over
nostalgia and sorrow quietly roar
in my heart.

days gone, over they play as i inhale
moments lost, in a clouded haze
forever misplaced.

to close the door will be the end
memories will fade as days progress
dots will spread until no lines can connect
maybe if i just hold onto one.

a blackness takes over the sky
inky clouds hover before moon and stars
masking light dimming the world behind.

with a sigh, i enter the rest of the way
through a door to close
after one last grasp at a star
never known how far to fall.


10/11/23 - Andy McRae

Five Locks

Five Locks

black
surrounding
stars slowly fade
into the void where
they reside.

a crack
begins to form
tearing light across
a faded dark sky.

night dies
the sun has begun
its slow rise.

golden rays
bend wicked shadows
along every edge.

five locks
intertwining forces
with a rise to rapid
flowing red cast light.

warms the soul
bathed in one star's light
only a couple of moments
breathe light so vibrant.

9/30/23 - arm

Sculpture Amongst Wildflowers

Sculpture Amongst Wildflowers

in a field of wildflowers lingers a sculpture
marble amongst reds and blues
hues that vibrate with features well defined.

on a rainy day,
water slides down from stone eyes
for then, when the sun peeks by
the field feels more alive.

erosion is inevitable, so they say
but every day that I witness the grove,
where these wildflowers roam,
life still lingers
from the tips of the finger reaching up
the sculpt' holds, being unmarred,
visibly.

as night folds over
flowers hide, and the sculpture fades
woven into the tapestry of the cycle
spinning 'round the wheel,
when erosion takes
composition grasps.

hollow being I am, I ponder
in the field of wild, does the sculpt'
marble clad soul
mirror hollow or whole.

7/9/23

Is This Real

Is This Real

fingers, reaching out to check,
is this reality, or am I lost
endless cycles of madness
echoes of past slowly fading
as an aging mind fogs
existence variable,
if no memories are there.

so again,
fingers clasp onto this momentary
reality, in hopes of cementing
a flag and pole into this
fathoms rising to steal.

eyes tell me to trust myself
but if my vision goes black
and the world fades
am I real? or lost

fog gathers in the mirror we look
hoping for memories to stay
words stumbling around
tips of letters melt
and endless nights burn.

when all has gone black
current or memory
do I exist? is this real
the pain we share in tandem
binding, yet gone
when we blink
does void absorb.

am I losing my fucking mind
fantasies pale my brain
and existence strains my thoughts
were we all, or were we lost
in a wave of, bubbles of
a collapsing time
soon to be washed away
by the void that carries
and follows every day.

7/4/23