Poetry Archives - S.C. Parris

Category: Poetry

A Haiku; No Writing

I feel very lostNo technology can ease the pain Writing, I cannot Keep your bite, S.C. Parris

Alone

I stared into the eyes of dirt, And knew that mud would soon form within, If only they could. I turned from you, Pressed to find a colder heart, Somewhere… Somewhere deep within my own. And though I’d spilled so much blood, Times past, Decades before, This wilting strand of acceptance I held close, Haunted me forevermore. -Xavier Delacroix

A Poem: The Night

In these frozen hours, Haunting recollections beckon. Betwixt my sheets lies absence, Atop my breasts rests the heaviness of the night. And I am alone. A collection of thoughts? Perhaps, But their lingering finality cannot deny me of my need. My need for another. Perhaps. My need for another mind. One to pit against my own. One to quell my recollections of a day gone. How I need. How I wish. A simple being to quell the emptiness of the night. -S.C. Parris

Sneak Peek of Something Great!

Since I’m at college right now, I’ll post more about my interview with Before Sunrise Press if I can get my hands on a computer before I get home today. Weee! Keep your bite! -S.C. Parris

War: A Poem

War In this fading pain, A pain encumbering with my action, I slip, Recollecting lost fragments of things not in time. A quote, A choice, A love, Lost. My head screams with my regret, But push forward I must. Fatigue drags me further down, The sand beneath my feet Loose, Rough, Cold. There is something there, A journey of hardened choice, Greater insight…hindsight. For my regrets are not masked, My choices not caught in careful arms. They fall. Like my knees to the ground. The sand biting my knees. The pain– It is no longer fading, Encumbered with my action…

Poem: Howl

I watched you from afar, But stood right next to you. And all the same my tears did fall, Into the pit I carved for you. Desire? I was lost. Gathering the scraps of what I’d held on to so dear, I blew the secret when I let you in. I am the wind, Wishing you would hear me howl. -Sheron Parris

Poem: To Exist

I felt long removed from strains of inadequacy. The pain of merely remaining, Existing.

Interview with Nostrovia! Poetry!

You can read the interview on their website here, but for those of you not too keen on clicking links, here’s the interview in its entirety below: Tell us a little bit about your writing career. I’ve self-published two stories, entitled, The Dark World, and The Immortal’s Guide respectively. They are a part of a series, that is to have two more books to complete the series in the coming years. I’ve also had a short story published in my college’s newspaper, The Vignette, and have had a poem published upon winning a contest whilst in middle school. And of…

Poem: Your Eyes

I trace the lines of your needWith the haunt of my departure. I try and see the way your eyes reject my light, My hope. Dispel it, Vanquish, All hope. There is more to this than despair, More to this than angry looks. My scent calls for your removal— A hounding thrill of a pleasure seldom devoured. But when it rings true. Oh. When it rings true, There is nothing more sick in this world, Than the way your eyes reflect my love…. And I can no longer see it.