violent

Do you know how it feels
to hit a friend?
She was reaching only to
tousle my hair
& I slapped her hand away

& stopped, startled, staring
at my arm
swinging without my permission--
------my consent--
------------my control--

& fought the irrational urge
to laugh.

------Reflex--
I said. I didn’t
------mean to--
but she cringed away & held
her knees to her chest,
---------as hurt and surprised
as I.

Do you know how it feels
to hit a friend?
To strike the soft inside
------of her arm
------of her trust?
To react by a reflex
I didn’t know I had
didn’t know could hurt?
To slap her hand away
------and laugh?

Do you know how it feels
to lose control?

This idea randomly popped into my head this morning, and I decided to follow through. My idea was to take two poems, combine them into one, and make every other line the other poem. Then somewhere near the end they would intertwine, and become one.

As the westerly winds

did blow,

I found myself

walking farther,

and farther away

from home.

The blizzard was

Captivating.

Trillions of little

snowflakes,

violently twirling,

twisting,

jumping

on the wind.

Second Chapter

The door from Sopenix’ office opened to a long hallway with glass walls. On either side of me were small, hewn stone chambers. Each chamber had a person and a demon in it, and each chamber seemed to exhibit a different method of torture. One chamber had a man who was completely sheathed in flames writhing on the floor. Another room was so full of what appeared to be killer bees that it was hard to tell what else was going onside. Yet another chamber exhibited a man being lashed with a whip of chain links, and heated to the point that it glowed orange.

I was horrified. People were being raped, beaten and tortured in ways I had never imagined before my eyes by demons that seemed to be enjoying themselves and all I could do is stand and watch. I broke into a run. Read more »

Gun shots ring out in a darkened, black night
Watch the life ebb from the man who suffers the bullet of this horrid, threatening plight
Watch his eyes as they change into something endless: death and demons; consumed with fright.

Hands are torn
As they scream and succumb to a poisonous; mathematic atmosphere
He says "you can save me, only you my dear, hold me tight and hold me near"
The snicker sound of the blade, oh so sheer
Was the only thing to listen to, the only thing to hear

Watch his eyes as the life ebbs away turning night into day
Watch all the problems rush in, attempt to fend off the death, get in it's way
There's no compromise with this cold and complacent creature that's only mission is to put life's final breaths at bay

Does he fill with regret as he watches the man he shot die?
Anyone does, how could you even ask why?
He wondered where this man would go, below the earth, or into the sky? Read more »