Information and a Poem

So the haitus I took was much longer than I had expected, nonetheless during that time of self reflection, I have been working on two manuscripts simultaneously. Each manuscript upon completion will take on a life of it’s own.

The first will be befittingly titled DRIED ROSES; this book of poems speaks on matters relating to the pains and woes of being in a toxic relationship. With each gem that is penned the reader will be able to relate whether he/she has had similar experiences.

The second will be befittingly entitled UNORTHODOX MUSING; this book of poems will take you into world of an underserved youth, where anguish, frustration, death, Injustices amongst other things are ever present. With this book you will live through his eyes, die and be saved.

So be on the lookout for these upcoming collections. But before I go here’s a sip, a taste of what DRIED ROSES will be offering;

ABATTOIR

Her personality; abysmal,

An acerbic one

and like

acetylene It gave an ache,

And I was a sheep

to her abattoir.

My death came quick

and painless…

Then I was forgotten.

© Xavier J. Frazer

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Broken City

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A place of misery,
The devil’s play ground.
Terrifying screams,
Of the unknown.
Shattered dreams,
Splashed across smashed mirrors.
Mutilated souls,
Carrying desecrated hearts.
Diminishing thoughts,
Vengeance for the broken.
Bodies filled with grief,
pain and guilt.
Sad faces aligned the walls,
Despaired shadows lurking
The lonely halls.
Monsters created,
In the dark they crawl.
Chalked victims,
Decorating pavements after a fall.
Blood drenched streets,
As sirens blare.
A Raven’s stare makes the
Faint minds cower in fear.
don’t get caught alone in the park
After twelve is midnight,
And
you know darkness walks.
Emotions died,
Killed on spot.
the purge continues,
None stop.
Trespassers are warned,
“Not to enter!”
for this broken city,
Is worst than deaths sorrow.
It’s a living horror!

Copyright © Xavier Frazer 2016

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