Scapegoat

Hours wake and the dead don't talk, empty stakes in their wayward fault. Some days, beyond the post-mortem stray, where storms chase dragons and old crones decay, I search the world for more than you, but each new location only drew you nearer to those haunted hours, our littered dreams and those terminal flowers we... Continue Reading →

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2018

I will cut you from my heart Until my hands are thick in blood. Until your memory is buried deep Into the frozen ground My love now becomes. You are rot on my tongue And will be death in my words. Our epitaph will read: “No more, my darling, only betrayal and disease Live upon... Continue Reading →

Aeternum vale (Farewell forever)

If I lived, were I more than dust and shadow; haze in filtered sunrise or fume across bleak solitude? In your thoughts was I complete- or just half lived and never formed? Is that why I’m uncreated? Weathered here or felt in storm- disjointed by the paths we walk- each day- in pretence and harmony.... Continue Reading →

-Wil

“How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.” ― W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil. I understood your cold feet. Understood the chill in your limbs, as it had always been... Continue Reading →

Necrophagous

For those places lost in Uncomfortable redemption, stillness sought Calamity. Strange days and Knotted truth, Evanescence to the soul of Vandalism and corruption. To fever Etched in reprimand. Of all those Ridicules that placed you in Your narcissism. I was never life, nor Offering to the dreams of humanity's lapsed Naufrageous life, only all the... Continue Reading →

Empty Words…

I want to write such lonely words That break your heart a thousand times, To arouse each hungry depth of emotion Stolen from attended places by your lips, Did you ever see me as more than a blank page? Parallels denied by our ink and scripture Through affections singular premonition, A wall of silence stands... Continue Reading →

Not Today

Rain hammered its presence Upon my shattered existence, Existence ran its melancholy Fingers across my forgetful face, Your face emerged from burst clouds, Droplets created fractures inside, Inside, that provocative guilt crept Its way back into sorrows heart, My heart remembered, You, me, us, them, love, fate, hate, Hatefully your eyes burned Into my soul,... Continue Reading →

Focus

I turned my world upside down To get away from your heartache, And there is only so much standing On my head that I can take!   Poem © Phen Weston 2014

Nympholepsy, Her Play.

She was the succubus between desires, only living through that fatally etched reportage of loathing within screaming replacement appetites. Who thought she was more avidity than night walker? Yet, all her passions fell short of heart and fickle emotions, that wild frenzy raging swift hurt, cutting only deeper. Those eyes shone immorality between cracked sheets,... Continue Reading →

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