Misery Poems
buried
by Alexander Palmer
my lungs fill with mud and I cannot breathe,
my bones crack under the earth's crushing weight,
the worms sing to me when I try to sleep,
there is a vile beauty in their pure hate.
it is quiet, ever so quiet, and so it shall remain,
I am alive, torn from the skies, cast into this wretched grave,
whose name shall I curse, what deity can I blame?
when the earth herself has ruined me, there is no one else to frame.
......
The great grand chase
by Ananya Shree
In this human cult
There go sprinting rats
Chasing for the glittering bronze
Passing on the baton of grudge to their pups
Bearing on insecurities
With jaundiced eyes
Weeping miseries
kitten in the shoe
by Bogdan Dragos
the room was cold
and there were
gray flowers
of dampness blooming
all over the walls
He took off
his shoes and
the shoes were the
warmest things in
the room so the kitten
......
he sits on the bench and starts crying
by Bogdan Dragos
Jesus, what was that!?
a thing crawled out from
under the park bench he
was sleeping on
it didn't look like a stray dog
when it ran away
didn't look like an animal
at all
......
buried
by Alexander Palmer
my lungs fill with mud and I cannot breathe,
my bones crack under the earth's crushing weight,
the worms sing to me when I try to sleep,
there is a vile beauty in their pure hate.
it is quiet, ever so quiet, and so it shall remain,
I am alive, torn from the skies, cast into this wretched grave,
whose name shall I curse, what deity can I blame?
when the earth herself has ruined me, there is no one else to frame.
......
he sits on the bench and starts crying
by Bogdan Dragos
Jesus, what was that!?
a thing crawled out from
under the park bench he
was sleeping on
it didn't look like a stray dog
when it ran away
didn't look like an animal
at all
......
kitten in the shoe
by Bogdan Dragos
the room was cold
and there were
gray flowers
of dampness blooming
all over the walls
He took off
his shoes and
the shoes were the
warmest things in
the room so the kitten
......
The great grand chase
by Ananya Shree
In this human cult
There go sprinting rats
Chasing for the glittering bronze
Passing on the baton of grudge to their pups
Bearing on insecurities
With jaundiced eyes
Weeping miseries
