Justin's Poetry Corner

Wednesday, December 3, 2003

Anger Management

Fingers clench into fists,
nails bite deep into palms
now bloody and torn
like ground beef.

Teeth grind like sand
between eyelids,
muscles flex taught
like strings on a guitar.

Vocal chords rasp
sounds inaudible to others
and slake icy hatred
into a mind frozen.

Crimson rage boils
seeping into eyes wide shut
with shivering fear,
but I can't seem to
tear myself away
from the mirror.

Futile

Sobs echo behind
words so sharp
and painful,
you explain your
story frosted over
with icy contempt,
laced with cyanide hatred,
my heart is pounding
in my ears,
the adrenaline
pumps like hell-fire
through my veins,
limbs numb from pain.

As the story draws to a close
my fingers clench like a vise,
and I'm ready for war,
not the gulf war
or even Vietnam,
ready for total annihilation
of apocalyptic proportions,

In my white hot rage
the words bubble,
thoughts boil,
tongue toils to release
the unfathomable lashing.

A soft touch on my face,
light fingertips caress
ears blood red,
frozen now,
broken in doubt,
resigned to my revenge.

Tuesday, December 2, 2003

Road to Nowhere

Flickering lights passing
like shooting stars,
counting time to the
white stripes streaming
past my foggy window,
Smooth black loneliness
checkered with neon
and fluorescent paint
~Newport Pleasure~
~Kids under 12 eat and stay free~
cigarette smoke lingers
like Jay and Silent Bob,
my eyes blinking to the
sway of the wiper blades.
Cavernous overpasses looming,
lighted by a thousand
faceted halogen bulbs
I hear the call
of the open road

Haunted

Eyes like emerald pools,
Haunting my dreams,
and you never smile.

Hands gnarled with age,
so bony and disfigured,
skeletal and rotting

Lips like ruby
drops of blood
leaking into my eyes.

I can feel your touch,
It's deathly cold,
and it slithers up my spine.

Like electric jolts
sent throughout the body,
tensing relentless muscles.

A face burned to my
retinas, as if I looked
directly at the sun.

I can't get her out
of my head! I see her
reaching, pleading.

I can't move,
I'm frozen from fear.
Someone help!

I scream, nightly,
birds no longer chirp
at my window for,

They know I bring death,
disembodiment with me.
A curse.

As it begins
so shall it end,
I'm haunted by her face.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

Self Torture

Tears flood the palms of my dry, cracked hands

Mingling with the lingering blood-caked memories

Brought back with a glance at each jagged crease.

All the Death,

Laying my head upon the concrete pillow of my thoughts

I get no rest, only more weary questions asked in my stupor.

Finding every answer in the bottom of my glass.

All the let downs,

Drinking myself into oblivion.

It kills me softly while it keeps me from dying.

Praying to escape the horridness, in so deep I can't pull free.

It's the paradox of my heinous life.

Sleeping brings more torment

No one should endure this anguish,

It's gushing through, driving me insane.

I couldn't face my fears and doubts.

“Don’t Cry,” scream the crowded voices of my nightmares.

While gently I fall into the enveloping loneliness,

Hoping that when I wake up the rusted darkness will crumble.