It's hard to find a place that is big on poetry. This place seemed like it had potential, but it doesn't seem active enough. Here's my newest piece, and it's about murder. I think it needs to be revised some more, but here it is:
Redrum
Pierce the silence...
A life falls to the ground
And a crimson brook flows,
The first shell falls...
All thought temporarily frozen—
Heated and converted into panic
By a thunderous second piercing.
The crimson brook grows to a vivid stream,
The second shell falls...
Again, death flies through the air,
As if the reaper's hand molds the lead,
Directing its course, forging this Hell.
Another existance passes on
The walls painted with fear;
The stream expands into a river,
The third shell falls...
The hand of the Devil is present;
Again -- it fires another fatality from
The cylinders which know mercy.
The air billows with musty tension,
Thicker than the walls that seals this fate.
Breathing is difficult, with each breath harder than the last,
Breathing is difficult
Each breath
Harder than the rest
Taking in each lost soul.
The river grows into an ocean of suffering…