Happy National Poetry Month! Here are a few poems from our Writer, PR leader, and copywriter, Raven Symes.
Feeling Blue
By Raven Symes
Stale wind breezes by with hints of indigo
Yet tepid sweat rests upon my face
I’m structured to grow
Sent away to be replaced
Obscene shackles left to be unchained
Nod your head to the unexplained
I don’t belong in the dark
But here I am
Rise to become monarch
Grown to give too much of a damn
Begging to rest
I need to get this off my chest
Tiptoe through hell
Burning up from the cold
Nothing to tell
Do what you’re told
Too tame to control
Bleach my soul
My breath breaks off my tongue
I’m swimming in sapphires
Rightly unsung
Fueling flash fires
I strip this place of my name
After all, it’s just the same
Visceral Destruction
By Raven Symes
Racing through the air
Twisted in mid-reality
Vividly unseen
Now caught in your snare
Drastically me
Blood slicks the machine
Rich as protein
Fingers grip the floor
Deliberating in hate
All is heard is a roar
Knuckles on a cheese grate
My eyes are rolling
Wickedly sweet dreams
Breath is showing
Exploding from the seams
I’m abstract
Certainly unclear
Crippled with stabbing dread
More than something I lack
Heavier than a bitten off ear
I am the disturbed in your head
Beg to lay further in your bed