Pt. I
Wicked woman. Enchanting in tongue,
ancient in brain, carried in a body
mauled from a past lovers lies.
She wears a carved cunning smile
out of desperate pleasure,
smiting me drunk, in a lonely demise.
Wicked woman. I am half full without,
cures me with electric waters
dripping onto my lips.
The taste of demons roar
fume flames in my mouth
from her sweet Captain kiss.
Queen of the rum Nile;
opens my chest eating me alive,
tasting the sorrow that once tore me apart.
Queen of the rum Nile;
She will conjure up a spell so fierce
till my blood boils ecstasy
setting fire to my wasted heart.
Pt. II
In a time of silence and fear
monsters and men roamed around here.
Slither, from an unnatural space they enter,
spreading wild seeds in a mind no longer belonging to me.
I recall foggy days when I pretended to pray,
And black eyes were toxic in one stare.
Tattoos drew deep torturous cries
while my stomach suffocated radiant butterflies.
What are mothers and fathers without milk and money?
What are eyes in distortion and greed, but hunger to be freed?
Queen of the rum Nile;
Her possession has begun
a twisting tale of Armageddon.
Pt. III
For leisure, for therapy,
I descend into adolescent fury
soothing damages too strong to hide.
Pitiful pale faces, faded in tight spaces,
I hold their gazes into the depression I find.
Words are not confirmed, just swallowed in fright.
Rather slurred, heavy, and up seen.
Disgusted faces hold no new changes,
still hallow gray and unclean.
Silence carries air smashing the core.
There is tomorrow, where tomorrow holds revival.
and in these pale faces takes deformed phases
departed,
with no hope for survival.
Author Bio:
Patience Hopkins is a recent graduate from the University of South Florida. Fond of poetry and spoken word artistry, she does readings of her work at open mic and slam events in Tampa/St. Petersburg, Florida. Never having the courage to speak her emotions or mind, Patience is able to grasp it in her writing.
Wicked woman. Enchanting in tongue,
ancient in brain, carried in a body
mauled from a past lovers lies.
She wears a carved cunning smile
out of desperate pleasure,
smiting me drunk, in a lonely demise.
Wicked woman. I am half full without,
cures me with electric waters
dripping onto my lips.
The taste of demons roar
fume flames in my mouth
from her sweet Captain kiss.
Queen of the rum Nile;
opens my chest eating me alive,
tasting the sorrow that once tore me apart.
Queen of the rum Nile;
She will conjure up a spell so fierce
till my blood boils ecstasy
setting fire to my wasted heart.
Pt. II
In a time of silence and fear
monsters and men roamed around here.
Slither, from an unnatural space they enter,
spreading wild seeds in a mind no longer belonging to me.
I recall foggy days when I pretended to pray,
And black eyes were toxic in one stare.
Tattoos drew deep torturous cries
while my stomach suffocated radiant butterflies.
What are mothers and fathers without milk and money?
What are eyes in distortion and greed, but hunger to be freed?
Queen of the rum Nile;
Her possession has begun
a twisting tale of Armageddon.
Pt. III
For leisure, for therapy,
I descend into adolescent fury
soothing damages too strong to hide.
Pitiful pale faces, faded in tight spaces,
I hold their gazes into the depression I find.
Words are not confirmed, just swallowed in fright.
Rather slurred, heavy, and up seen.
Disgusted faces hold no new changes,
still hallow gray and unclean.
Silence carries air smashing the core.
There is tomorrow, where tomorrow holds revival.
and in these pale faces takes deformed phases
departed,
with no hope for survival.
Author Bio:
Patience Hopkins is a recent graduate from the University of South Florida. Fond of poetry and spoken word artistry, she does readings of her work at open mic and slam events in Tampa/St. Petersburg, Florida. Never having the courage to speak her emotions or mind, Patience is able to grasp it in her writing.
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