Last Breath....
A Dark Poetry Collection
Frank F. Atanacio
Last Breath...
For: Evelia Veronica Rivera
Table Of Content:
1-Last Breath 2-One Last Time
3-Momentary Despair 4-Silenced Ensued
5-Shaking Off His Trepidation 6-A Ghostly Visitation Appeared
7-A Ripple Of Some Emotion 8-Designated Terrain
9-Putting Death On Hold 10-Inside Her Mind
11-Leaving Evidence 12-A Small Harrumph
13-A Holy-Savior 14- Senseless Destruction
15-He Saved 16-We Soared
17-Integrity Of Man 18-Provokingly In The Air
19-A Good Place 20-He Drifts
21-Failed To Scream 22-Nature Uncertain
23-Living These Haunting Dreams 24-Beaded Butterfly
25-Wandering Beauty 26-Face Of Reality
27-He Clearly Misunderstood 28-Child Looked Distressed
29-Avoids The Morning Sun 30-Guilty In A Dream
31-It Rang Twice 32-The New England Fall
33-Proof Of God 34-My Trust
35-Will Never Miss 36-No Shocking Revelation
37-Captured 38-Cocoon...
39–Thirsty 40-No Tears...
41-A Slow Blood Drain 42- Haunting Streams
43-Final Kill 44-Her Emotions Were Mummified
45-Nothing 46-Flames Flickering
47-Cuddling 48-The Souls Stared
49-God Penetrated The Darkness 50-A Flamboyant Amber
51-Just The Same 52-Unless There Is A Fight
53-Haiku Poetry Page 54-Distinctly Vampire
55-Blood 56-She Made Him Prey
57-A Perfect Fit 58-Casket
59-Swagger 60-He Had Something To Show
Last Breath
He was a stranger,
she was in danger,
grave danger,
death was swift and sure,
he was a convincing lure,
she was so pure,
and there is no cure
for death,
no warning,
during her last breath.
One Last Time
She walked by and he’d close his eyes,
as a certain haunt and chill just filled the skies,
a woman in a crisp white uniform,
came walking across the street,
it was eye candy, and perhaps his treat,
he watched her walk to her car,
he waited and he wasn’t that far,
she was a beautiful woman, he thought,
then he thought of all the women he killed,
how could anyone want to destroy such beauty,
but before he’d kill her,
and the life he would take,
and before he completes the crime,
for beauty’s sake,
he would hug her one last time.
Momentary Despair
The young witch paled at the thought,
slumping in her chair,
she nodded weakly after she fought
the fear that she could hear,
they were coming, she sensed them near,
in the vicinity, they roamed,
she suppressed a sigh,
Man’s cynicism and distrust for witches were justified,
dark magic is what she would teach,
and death she thought was beyond her reach,
but she was wrong,
their will was strong,
she thought she didn’t care
as she seemed to have recovered
from her momentary despair.
Silenced Ensued
The witch’s voice sounded a little forlorn,
as she held the bloody dagger in her hand,
a man dead in front of her with his skin torn,
she promised that he would be damned,
it was quite bizarre,
the way he died,
it was he who wanted her dead,
he was the one who tried,
no justice for a witch was what ran through her head,
a short silenced ensued,
even her inner-voice reiterated in a faintly
accusing tone,
she closed her eyes and moaned,
hesitated, then groaned,
her mind communicated her feelings
with her heart,
fingers apart,
life out the door,
death on the floor,
and she couldn’t take living in fear anymore.
Shaking Off His Trepidation
God stood with his hands
clasped behind his back,
the fighting ending and there was no command,
it was just attack after attack,
and no one left to stand,
take control, make a demand,
he surveyed the battle field
with the utmost scrutiny,
he shook his head,
because he couldn’t even count the dead,
God closed his eyes,
just to listen to his inner-voice,
clearing out the madness and the cries,
but it was the humans who made the wrong choice,
shaking off his trepidation.
They say the love each other,
that was a contradiction,
but then they’ll protect one another,
that was conflicting,
he shuddered at the thought,
and hope is what he sought,
but death is what they wrought,
and in the middle of it all, he’s caught.
A Ghostly Visitation Appeared
The desert offered nothing but pain,
but he traveled through it just the same,
the heat was too much to take,
that was no mistake,
as the wind had come up even stronger,
making it through was going to take a bit longer,
blowing grains of sand
like small razor blades,
cutting on command,
as he looked for any type of shade,
his breath thin,
and the elements eating away at his exposed skin,
he looked up and he swore,
the sun was swaying in the wind,
as he felt his ankle swell and his feet were sore,
his body simply wanted to just shut down,
and his heart skipping, and missing a pound,
his breath coming hard,
a ghostly visitation appeared,
and he simply lost his guard,
but it was an angel to help wash away his fear,
as he fell to his knees,
God did hear his plea,
taking deep breaths choked with dust,
he wasn’t afraid anymore,
because in God he placed all his trust.
A Ripple Of Some Emotion
She received a belligerent and suspicious stare,
from the dark demon of hatred and fear,
the dark demon was once an Angel,
he had no wings,
sharp shoulders hunched,
and sharp teeth that stings,
a ripple of some emotion
washed over her face,
she sensed the demon’s motion,
but she wasn’t afraid and there wasn’t a trace
the demon stirred, purred, almost like a cat,
face deep, dark, and looked like a bat,
her strange light colored eyes
flickered, sparked,
when the demon released the flies,
from the stench his body gave out,
she turned her head,
but nothing was said,
the dark demon just fell to the ground,
not breathing, completely dead.
Designated Terrain
The dark angel thought everything was going his way,
until he felt victory slip away,
he was angry, and betrayed,
he looked like calm,
wet palm,
itchy skin,
then their eyes met,
but the beads of sweat
on his face showed tension,
apprehension,
what had been a vision of hope
was now a symbol of frustration,
he moved forward and his back sloped,
and he simply lost all concentration,
he knew there were different ways
all in his mind a scenario plays,
delivering destruction to Human Kind,
but it was his dark army who ceased to exist,
they fell to their own dark rain,
and now they occupy a designated terrain,
it was there doing and it was their pain,
the dark demon’s army fell,
and lost forever in the debts of hell!
Putting Death On Hold
That evening she found out her husband died,
she didn’t worry and she didn’t cry,
there wasn’t a single tear in her eye,
she ignored the phone when it rang,
and she blocked out the songs they sang,
she felt neither amused, confused nor irritated that night,
she wasn’t going to do anything tonight,
so she turned off the light
that was on a rickety bamboo table
beside her bed,
nothing was going to remind her
that her husband of over fifty years was dead,
she had a wide old-fashioned bed,
with a snowy white bed spread,
her wardrobe chest was black,
and the dresser table lacquered in gold,
that night she just laid on her back,
putting death on hold.
Inside Her Mind
Her eyes closed against her will,
she stood still,
briefly,
then she fought,
moving the fight inward,
where it had always been,
there she would win and win again,
she had fought her abusive husband and survived,
it’s what kept her going, and kept her alive,
she did fight,
every night,
but inside her mind,
until she couldn’t fight no more,
he woke up to her noise,
and she was still sleeping on the floor.
Leaving Evidence
With a quick
impatient gesture
he twisted the knife until he heard a click,
then a tick,
he ripped off his mask,
his disguise,
after he completed the task,
and the wind took it high,
way up into the sky,
then he winced as his blood was dripping out slow,
pouring down, on the ground,
he killed a woman on his very first try,
but he cut himself delivering the first blow,
that’s a trace,
it was a disgrace,
so he ran away and left the knife behind,
but he knew it was something they’d find,
stupidity filled his head
with authority,
leaving evidence with the dead.
A Small Harrumph
The old man made a small sound,
turned, tossed a cigarette on the floor,
in a building twenty two feet off the ground,
he seemed to pay no attention
to anyone else in the room,
fixed his tie,
and knew he was well groomed,
a young girl tugging on his sleeve,
asking where was he going,
and why did he want to leave?
He cleared his throat with a small harrumph,
catching everyone’s attention before he made his jump,
a final triumph!
A Holy-Savior
The silver winged angel,
drew the hot tear-stained child away
from the darkness,
into the light to stay,
tangled hair,
full of fear,
wet tears,
as he cried for awhile,
filthy and wet
this fatherless child,
but lucky, because death is what he almost met.
The silver winged angel stroke the child gently,
looking into his empty face,
the child was now with a holy-savior,
and is now in the arms of grace.
Senseless Destruction
After it exploded,
death felt corroded,
the ruin landscape,
abandoned corpses
on the street,
shoes ripped off their feet,
women crumpled in blood stained garments,
small shapes of children in pieces,
scattered everywhere,
with the remains of chill and fear
still haunting the air,
brooding silence, everything uncannily still,
everyone died and war had its fill,
soldiers on the front,
their bodies picked to skeletons
by the vultures on the hunt,
senseless destruction,
was its corruption,
death simmers,
life glimmers, as it dangles from a rope,
senseless destruction because there is no hope.
He Saved
Just beyond his finger,
the child lingered
just past his reach,
it was the fear that came so near,
that life couldn’t teach,
the child was falling off the cliff,
had a seizure which first brought him down,
rolling uncontrollably on the ground,
on aching legs he scrambled far
enough to throw an arm over the child,
rested it there for awhile,
to pain his muscle was enslaved,
but he pulled, tugged,
and with his last breath, he saved.
We Soared
His body hard,
his grip tight,
lust filled his eyes that night,
sensuality filled my head,
as we consumed each other
in the bed,
white and blue bed spread
all over the floor,
his thrusting,
my trusting,
he wanted more and more,
the thunder shook the door,
I groaned, he preached,
I moaned, he roared,
climax reached,
we soared!
Integrity Of Man
She served with immediate action,
and no contemplation,
the female general had earned a strong reputation,
keeping the integrity of Man,
she was a natural born leader
that knew how to handle command,
her gothic features came together,
less harshly then the demons expected,
and pride is what they detected,
she carried an accessibility
that the demons could not muster,
always thinking clearly with no fluster.
She battled until there was a conclusion,
as the demons held a resentment of her intrusion,
she forced their hands, and made demands,
speaking firmly, and quietly, but walking tall,
the demons attacked, but would always fall,
making them fully understand,
who was in charge, and who had command.