Poetry silly little poems

[rakshasa]

here's a poem I made for my creative writing class. if i make more i'll post them too

'how not to fall in love'

don’t stand on the sand as the tide rushes out from shore
leaving the sand bare and your feet dry
don’t try to run once it comes in again
as a tsunami that roars past the beach
shattering windows all through the business district
the great lifegiver sweeps you into the undertow
tearing children from their mothers arms

the breaths you take above water
are filled with salt and broken glass
the weather called for rain
against my mothers advice
i prayed for a downpour
rescue helicopters pass
carrying no food or towels
only body bags

when the sun comes out
you don’t feel lucky for living
just the itch of sunburnt skin
as you float
casting your net
trying to find a part of you
that survived

 

[rakshasa]

here's my second assignment from this class, the prompt was to base a poem off of a dream you had. in the dream i had died and went to heaven, but when i discovered a friend of mine had gone to hell i did everything i could to get myself kicked out. eventually i burned a bible which was a straight to hell card and i was dragged through the inside of an intestine, or possibly umbilical cord. satan was a fetus floating in an amniotic sac. no i don't play binding of isaac

untitled for now

Hypnagogic illusions of a higher plane
Twinging harps and sunset clouds
Torus rings and sterile gowns
No more skyscrapers
No more concrete streets

If we’re here
Then where do the bad people go?
They slip into cuffs and chains
Wrists restrained and clipped to waiters trays
Working off their debts
Dreams of joy in servitude

I have no qualms at first
But when your space isn’t filled
I’ll bark and bite like a rabid dog
Shattering to the wayside
Salvation comes in a holy tome
Falling to ashes on the floor
I will follow you into the dark
If I can’t crawl I’ll be dragged
Thorny nails around my ankles
From the moldy beige carpet
Through the grimy gray curtains
Mass action contractions push my shoulders first
Followed by my kicking feet
Celled walls hold agonizing sinners
I’ll find an amniotic room where I can’t see you
But I know you’re there
Blood on my arms feels like a tender embrace
On my legs like a warm blanket
Moans of the damned like angel drones
Because I know you’re there.