Creative Juices Made Here
I have become the drip drip of ink
Grim, shiny
Pleasing only to things grasping in the noir rub rub smear
Becoming a former model of itself
To encounter the deep devoid of any wish or desire
Just a new hastening to mere darkness
And if this snake was a ring it only naws at it’s own tail and ass
Going about it’s daily and eternal task
These original poem (poetry) are written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in May 2021 (C)
The bawling never subsides
The claim
Then the realization that absolutely nothing can be done
It
Lingers like the aroma of dead flowers scattered under a Magnolia tree
The essence of what was
Is distant
And I squint my eyes exceptionally hard to see the horizon beyond a hazy oasis
My mouth so arid
It is as though I draw breath through the sand in an emense heat
Choking, sobbing in my hands
While I gag
These original poem (poetry) are written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in May 2021 (C)
Thought a man
That one day he would thrive
Formulate and populate
Then expand
Imagine it thoroughly
To the extent
That he will fly upon it
Caress notions with textures from it
Unlike any he has ever touched
Still
Unable to pick it like fruit from his whitered psyche to supply those deemed worthy
But by then
Life took its final stand
And he lost time and forgot he put it all away
Now the world will never catch a glimpse of it
Or have felt
Or have known of its existence
Or even inclined to provide it vigor
At this point.
This original poem (poetry) is written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in May 2021 (C)
Warning: if misery is a current mood, do not read any further.
1. Agony, my friend
In the dark corner, surmise
My impending doom
2. Misfortune mature
In an Amalgamation
Evoking anguish
3. Great cloud of twilight
Which creeps in subtle states from
Dawn to dusk, untouched
4. Bloodline curse bestowed
Upon the fated bastard
Begat of brute loins
5. Deep the jaws of grief
That devours contentment,
To shit out despair
6. Divine fortune ebbed
As chance flees this dastardly
Game of existence
7. Vast tree, forsaken
The branch siphoned of majic
‘Til none prevail
8. Life manufactures
Anguish with every angle
No matter the trend
9. Nightmares manifests
From much dismay and peril
Dwindling all our hope
10. Suckle my pain out
From this broken place, derived
From all this sadness
These original poems are written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in March 2021 (C)
1. Sunset on the rim
Of a horizon sit still
Wavering above
2. Sun that sits abides
Sphere eternal in essence
vitality lodge
3. Amber Jewel glow
Provides warm delicate touch
Bronzing everything
4. Illuminate being
Beams glimmer through trees despite
Diminishing glow
5. Copper source divine
Burnt orange embers sublime
Receding timeline
6. Majestic crown glow
Third eye projecting passions
The universe bless
7. Burning arrow rays
Depicts immortality
Reigning nirvana
8. Drift celestial
As we Gravitate towards
The guiding sunbeats
These original poems are written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in February 2021 (C)
Fuchsia petals as a dress
Soft tulle blooms, reaching out
Inventing itself
As it sought to welcome you
Deep within, beckoning
Its world too small to glimpse
Lean in…
Then look closer…
Even closer…
All photos are my original photographs and all rights are reserved to Fruition’s Fiction Factory, June 2020.
This is for this day…it sure has been revealing some things to me. I’m paying these revelations much attention…
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