5 published Poems by David L O’Nan : A Scramble in the Darkness, The Romance to the Rapture, etc.

A Scramble in the Darkness

When I feel the veins in my arms mutate into a tragedy
My head has become nothing but air
When I can’t move with the waves of the city
All I want is a hand to squeeze mine
When I’m alone,
I still feel the crowded breath upon my shoulders
Into my ears, caressing my brain
Injecting me with fears
I am cradled in nerves,
and with that you have no comfort
How can you describe this to the people that love you?
You still feel helpless,
the words don’t match your actions
You’ve been rejected, a rejection, and the madness
I feel the tears collected in a basin
By the darkness, while in scrambles
The darkness, is the only presence
The darkness, is your master
The darkness, is your personal rapture
The darkness is the minder
The darkness whistles you into the wind of capture
Until never again
A prayer wrapped in the skin of sin

The Romance to the Rapture

I walked for centuries
Burning the midnight oil
The wind,
like a romance
Began pleasant,
quite enticing
Then our minds became puzzles
As the wind ripped away our breath
And we could no longer see each other
As the sand flew into our eyes,
ripe with maleficence
Broke our hearts,
an assemblage of particles
Stale blood formed where we loved
You moved on to feel the rapture
I crawled into a septic of flooding
The oceans lay bare
and I often believed in only
the darkness of the sunsets
Peeling purple & orange skies
with the hint of black cloaked evils
Can I mask a smile for the dreamers?
That don’t live in nightmares
I can only sing myself out of the bore
Let my reflection drink the tears
that pour
In echoes I can hear your song
What is love?
A love is an affliction?
A love is bruising minds,
it is an addiction
You want the sunrise to lick the decay away
Begin with the pulse of the soul,
the sorrow I can feel
Alone, in breath
Forming peace when hated.

A Rhapsody for a Cloud, For a Friend

I know that tears can’t be erased
When staring at a blank photo
Memories are still playing within the fading
We want icicles that doesn’t melt in the desert
That drip vastly from forest branches
I remember a 5-year span
When I was all alone in my fears
Dreaming in dark mirrors,
I couldn’t recognize my own reflection
In that 5 years I knew you
When you were here
Although we didn’t draw together,
write together
You are a great person to talk to in life
In social media muck as well
On whatever Myspace was,
whatever facebook is
Wherever a lost cloud may go
We confessed, we discussed
The virals of sadness, madness,
or whatever the trips were
I confided to you in a PTSD window
From a night I was challenged
by the false in their own frightening shadows of self
To become the bullied
and the one who was advantageous to their call
And how it was unordinary for this to be
reversals of a common news story
I listened to your artistic energy in song,
I saw that same energy in your art
I appreciated you being an appearance at poetry readings
That I broke apart at
That you seemed to understand the Holy dances
we all try to sway to
Sometimes our feet become the monsters,
won’t let us move
The people we know, or thought we know
Even motherly,
have the sharpest bite
Lost like that cloud.
In space yet discovered
With eyes that recognize its artistic path
towards something not yet known
other galaxies will be able to decipher the purity
And understand the words, the art,
to appreciate a cloud of flower petals
With a soul. With a heart.
Whom has an Inner Light
What else, the darkness?
That is just the veil to hide the imagination.

A Crumbling Pyramid

The pyramids have lost their eyes
The pyramids are losing their life
They are crumbling into piles of sand
And here I am
Looking for my time,
caught in another’s mind
Searching for a soul to find
If it lays in the sand
Is it mine or another man’s?
Did my pyramid already begin to erode?
I feel so cold, walking on hot sands
The chilly breeze has caught my naked hands
And I’m aging by the smell
The smell of the crumbling life
And my mind is resting
in the licks of the desert
Starting its new mutation
into something sublime
Evolve into another mind
Become what they were taught
Believe in every thought
Try to hold onto a last sprinkle of sand
But I am too broken apart
The tremors in my hands will not let me
Hold onto this sand
And I must let go
To become a different man

Golden Sun Predator

There is a past
I don’t want to relive
I don’t want to feel erratic,
and pasted through walls anymore
I’m becoming an elastic dream to climb through
Reinvented my idea of God
While instilled with a mix of sexual desire
and possessive energy
I’m about as trustworthy as a red eyed snake
I live the fire and feel like leather
My eyes are dark,
and they lay behind wooden and splintered
Then the winding wind
Unusual scars form
Bitten stars
They were bitten by the night
Angry night,
living like a predator

Always hungry,
Always ready to eat
Eat away a new star,
making it dark and unwanted
Then the awakening
Lay in the arms of the golden sun
Cradling your head
like a newborn baby
You don’t think about the lifeless anymore
There is a snow cloud
made just for you
To make you feel wanted and adored
Just like the beauty of the snow
But like snow,
you can be dangerous
You can cause mayhem,
with your slick moves
And your cold intoxicating eyes
Make that Golden Sun want you again
In your heart still lived that predator
That muddy serpent.

Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios:  David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan

Poem “Those Trains in Carbondale” by David L O’Nan

4 Poems by David L O’Nan available today on Punk Noir Magazine. Follow the link

Several Poems by David L O’Nan including “Wrestling the Air” “the Withering Alice” “Broken Ballets in Haunting Gardens” & more

More Poems by David L O’Nan ft. Walls, The Price of Love, etc.

A Loose Tear

To lose reality
To kiss lips
To not kiss those lips anymore
To touch eyes
To lose sight
To be ignored
To be forgotten
To feel ashamed
To feel one step towards love
Then the feet
They are cut from the legs
To be in pain
To tap the veins
To kiss away another day
To dream a lie
The nightmare is alive
I just want to feel the wholeness for a change
To touch the hand
To not touch the hand anymore
To have a tear
To still feel

Crumbling Down the Pretty Walls

Laying on the cold spit ground
After the last wail of a pretty crumbled wall
It hit harder than you thought
And you were left with only thought
What thought?
The endless thought
The alone thought
The thought only you can share with yourself
You were the one letting the erosion to split
Little by little she began to crumble
You were still laughing,
still feeling like a fantastic cloudy smile
Blinded when the first rock fell right by your feet
You kicked it to the side and kept walking
For years you just let the dynamite light 
Little by little
the flame was more than a flicker
You finally pushed a little too hard
Bitten by the sore air,
and flat on your face!
Looking as the air becomes dusty and yellow
You touched the wind
My, how it felt like concrete
Broken and cold,
black and alone
The stone that broke over the bones
You have the tear,
the memory, the karma, the debt
Misery loves company
Especially when you are
a crumbling pretty wall.


The thought of kissing you
was interrupted
when the river formed a curious wall
Trying to disappear,
we were helpless
When it pushed us to the streets
hour after hour of resistance
Our chilled bodies,
bones growing old
We swam toward the fires
After every tear,
every downstroke
I looked into your eyes
You were so scared, 
filled with fear
but you wouldn't take my hand
About a minute later you found an exit
In the skin of the moon we rested
I sung you a song that you've never heard
You began to blush,
but soon regretted it.
You climbed off
clutching a star
You said you must get back home
The land is dry there,
I can trust there
I can rest alone
So, I laid back down
Ears hearing those sad songs
you've never heard before
After a while the moon's surface -
became so wooden,
my splintered skin had to leave
I climbed onto the back of a lonesome comet
That brought me home to my lonely midnight fall
When I landed,
I couldn't walk
I just
innocently began to crawl
The ground...
it felt so wet and dirty
It was like boredom and slime
Finally, home I poured myself a cup of coffee, 
my mind was already racing
My mind wouldn't let go of your smile
My heart was being held a prisoner by patience
I laid my stolen head down to think some more
I thought I saw the first hint
of the season's sunshine
So, I walked closer to the window
I began to envision you
as an angel holding me up high
When I got closer,
only past ghosts looking at me
Taunting me with light
So, I transformed back into the gravel and dirt
Never knowing the invention of hills
would soon give birth to mountains.
Looking over my shoulder
The pale ladybug crawling on the curtain -
is shy to the wind.
Breath becoming more intense,
she doesn't even budge
Sort of reminded me of you
And your blind to love eyes
lay stagnant in the winds of the past.


We are all bulls ravaging through the gates...
at the masks.
at the clowns...
all is left is the splinters.
We lost our fury
became deprived,
starved, dehydrated...
left to an animal burrowing you -
into some form of temptation.
Are you gold when you'd rather be silver?
You don't inherit lies,
cohesion of truths
and thoughts balancing on bitter.
We are all bulls.
Some of us don't have the power,
Some of us give up
when challenged by hoods
and bosses that drink up the syrup of secrets.
Skies are stressed and stretched
ready to birth your raindrops.
A day when you can rest your head and become a stone
For a while and less of a manic scramble.

The Price of Love (the Tale of the Lady in Chains)

So, you met him with razor claws - down his neck
A cursing flatter to all your flaws.
And you say you love him
despite the way he peaks
from immaturity to hatred,
and the entrapment of alcohol in his gleam.
You wanted it all,
but all you get was this
a burning hole on this Earth
with a walking man's boots bathed in shit.
He's a dragon,
burning you through the broken bridges
that you have tried to climb.
You talk to your sisters, your mother, and your grandparents
about the love you have found.
He's tossing dice,
snorting junk into his mind.
And he's swimming with loose women,
and he's sour to the core.
He hits the town for whiskey
and comes back the slithering whore.
But he's a muse that you've always wanted.
he can sing a song like Jehovah
from behind the clouds of heaven.
He can run with you in his arms,
from a freezing, flooding town.
Is he the camera flash
that sees your every motion in your facial twitching?
He's the mighty roar that tumbles entrapment
from a brave lion to the cowardice of the witch.
Oh, he's got to pay.
Is he paid?
Or, are you paying his price?
From false love through his sociapathic lie.
And you,
you think you are in love?
You, you are just an ingredient in his blood.
Thick and stuck to his crumbling heart.
When one can't be solidified
it's just dry from eroding,
and dripping oil from it's loose screws.
And that was you, you thought,
thought, you were in love.
He was nothing more
than a slug in the crack of a sidewalk.
Someone yell  - "LET it RAIN!"

The Phantom Walls

Hey phantom walls,
are you a good listener?
Or, are you just evil?
Leaving loneliness trapped in your skin
You move in waves when my mind races
You look bland and unbalanced
when I need you to clutch to
I stand but stumble
holding the dead air
That burns like fires into my nerves
I hear you whispering
like God to my brain
You ignite me with impulses,
to leave me mindless.
you can rest in love with the narcissism
Dreaming of your next entrapment
Hey phantom walls,
I know you mock me
You say you need me as your entertainment
But then I hear you crying
You're cursing the silence
You crush the light,
'til it becomes dark
You pull at my skin,
tricking it to rot
You've murdered my beliefs
That love is eternal
I hold my hand out to you,
to touch you,
and you,
inevitably fall down
Leaving just like the other walls
They are never as strong
as they lead you to believe
Just like a played-out,
rusted old prayer.

Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios:  David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan

6 more poems from Our Fears in Tunnels by David L O’Nan : The Popping of Unique Fireworks, etc.

Audrey Hepburn Challenge: Poem by David L O’Nan : Heartbreak by the Seashore *slight edit*

Poem by David L O’Nan : Psalm 46 Haze

6 more poems from Our Fears in Tunnels by David L O’Nan : The Popping of Unique Fireworks, etc.

Our Fears in Tunnels: O'Nan, David L: 9781731120526: Amazon.com: Books

The Popping of Unique Fireworks

I must say
while sitting cross-legged in a water puddle
While the rain melts the last of the snowmen across the fence.
I said I must say that life was born for the generic folks.
Silent alarms echo around each pop
Limping as a lonely whisper across the sky
The clouds mutating into purity after hours of lusting cries
Help! says the blind
Stepping on stone after stone
Lead me to the grass, lead me to the mud,
lead me to the answer.
THE ANSWER, perhaps?
No, lay crooked like I,
Like a bent broken tulip - turned shy by the sun
The wind remains trivial
When will it turn, 
blow the dust by the unknown souls of old egos
The egos we let go?
Covered up with that old silence, that old dry crust
We used to melt in the soil,
When it was heavenly
When life was meant for the fresh, new, unique, watered,
protected, loved, coddled, dreamt
From the peak of the mountaintops, Pop, Shimmer, Burn!
From the flat fields laced in hay Pop, Shimmer, Burn!
In the eyes of our grandparents  Pop, Shimmer, Burn!
In the beating hearts of lost love Pop, Shimmer, Burn!
In the colliding clouds (Thunder's new word)
Caressing the night with the sounds of fireworks

one tear,
Pops, shimmers, burns.

Life as Innocent as Clouds

With life as innocent as clouds
Sometimes the girls,
they just become poems
They love, they fade away
They shy their eyes
They erase pain, 
They cause pain
They are more like fables or folklore
They are a prince, a frog, a soldier, a wreck
the word conceit, a pumpkin, a pig.

She met me as a man
She soon found out I was still a little boy
I was still arguing with past ghosts
I was still playing with toys
My laughter became like the sunshine
And my sadness became an eclipse.

What Happened to You?

What has happened to you?
Are you a hum to clank of an old rifle,
or are you just discovering the shine circling the bruise -
of rejection on an otherwise perfect apple?
Your sorrow is stuck in the core.
Your happiness is the healing touch of today's breeze.
Mirrors are inside the mind,
And harder to break than its imposters that starve the world -
of true beauty.


My stems are bones
Lies want to seal me up like an envelope
While giggling monsters erase your mind
They want it all to become gelatinous
Want to burn my ashes for them,
but I am solid
I'm not your born-again devil
No ice in the nocturnal blood
And I've got piercing shallow eyes
That a crowd of boredom will drown in
That is drunk with the fuel of the soul
But I still bruise
But my freedom will not be sliced
by the lies of weaklings.


What is blood milk?
Through my mind
Endless canal of confusion
I hear the race horses galloping...the cheering
breaking of the leg,
the amputation and the burial
Many different emotions
Like when I see her
her mind was sexy, the body was enticing
She had the skin...that flowed like milk
She was smooth
A calm breath over my mind
Not like the usual blood kisses
They tried to grab me
That control me
To choke me and bite me
Engulfing me with the poisons
However, she didn't want to taste the sweet
She liked the bitter sour juice of the entrapper
She reached for the bleeding
The bleeding were the geniuses
To touch their heart,
Made her life mean more.

The misshape of her flaws
Were what shaped her beauty
Her only cancer was her mind's eloquence. 

The Beautiful Swan

I have found thee
You will never run from that deeper feeling
Time is paused here
Refusing a setting sun
I will protect
for I feel the way -
you felt when you lost him.
That long rainy July day
He was the star that lit your bright eyes
Now that star is in mine
You have lost him,
but I have found you
Will my presence ever be healing?
Is the pain too deep to soothe?
When at night when you are crying, 
does a shadow dry your eyes?
I'm trying to connect with you
My spirit, my soul, my light
I am complete and burning for you
I will keep monsters in hiding
And bring you the dawn
Life flowing like rippled water and you
became the beautiful swan.

Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios:  David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan

Poetry by David L O’Nan from Our Fears in Tunnels: Black and White Photo, Kept on Going, Wearing the Black Mask, Silent Room Painting

Tree, Landscape, Nature, Fog
Black and White Photo

In that black and white photo, can you see it?
There is the girl, the family, the wholeness
But, there is also the wind
The photo says
"These were the better days"
The wind that is captured across shows the blowing in of a storm.
In the background,
There are the clouds
I imagine they are the shade of red rouge lipstick that she wore often
a heart stolen
So eerie is this photo,
I see a child in the clouds peeking out
A dog running towards a broken home
While the family just stands there smiling for an old camera.

Kept Going

As a youthful ant, believing love was real
I'd search and preach, sometimes i'd creep
From Earth, sands, heartache, one with the unnamed
With laughter, always knowing I had been used
I was stepped on, ripped apart, but kept on walking.

As a descending star
I'm falling, sinking, faint, into the grey
Bewitching breeze, bending wishful knees,
believing in the green
With tears, always knowing I had been used
Like overnight love.
Was left solo, alone, but kept shining.

As a boring Hybrid Tea Rose
Sometimes they'd glance, they have danced, drowning in the ideal romance
Never finding a home, shunned once we see the evening's eye
With a wilting pedal drying from the use
Never to be blackened, I kept my brightness.

As a cresting unbalanced river
I'd be rowed away, negated to be safe
Reserved for the rain
I could have easily flooded the plains
With a rippled cry, feeling useless
Never to be eroded,
I kept on flowing.

As a human feeling
I've learned my strengths,
Became tough through the adversity
I've learned to forgive,
Hoping to someday, myself be forgiven
Never to be corroded by fear.

Wearing the Black Mask

You wore your black mask to the synagogue
Your shoes were flat and tattered
The snow from an April sky ripped apart your psyche
You believed to be angelic,
You are nothing more than matter.
You, and your unknown wisdom,
created from the bones of evil.
A hungry man laughs at you, 
your breadcrumbs aren't fulfilling.
Your dirty feet stain the permanence of the avenue.
The black masks is not just your veil,
It is an identity you kept from having feelings.
You have only known the breath of an alcoholic sentient human.
What is there to celebrate?
Over the graves of what you think is heroic.
An evil eye, 
a carnivorous sun eats clouds like you as if you were grain

So, the bell tolls, and you clank your drum
Your tools are limp and rusting
Breaking apart much like your heart,
barely hanging in for a showcasing
Severance has been initialized from what you are -
Away from your infancy beginning
As a baby you couldn't smile,
As a child you couldn't love,
As a growing machine you couldn't bend metal -
with your muscular heart,
A mind was only flakes.
As a man you're sour.
As a man you're a crowing alarm trying to wake you out of fantasy.

You have the black masks in hand as you cuddle yourself,
like a lonely cockroach
In a sanctuary dedicated to your foiled prayer.
You couldn't believe like you had needed to
You couldn't feel the hand of God on your shoulder.
You could only feed off the dreams of pandemonium.
So the sewage shower floods over your masking
Your masks...are a soiled mat.
Driven over by the tanks,
by the heavy feet of giants swaying over your body of sand.

It is nice to be a night-walk for lovers who know how to love.
Holding hands in starlight while moonlight hugs the thunder of guns
Artillery becomes your beacon.
A smile becomes your trap.
Mud prints imprinted into caverns.
The Davids have escaped Goliath's claws.
Black masks burning in volcanic villages of nightmares, falsely shaped.

So, all the children can be
So, all the humanity can breathe
So, all that is catastrophic can be free
So, all that is shallow can evade the slimy deep
The black masks are fast asleep.

Silent Room Painting

Oh, painting on the wall... like the devil
burning victims with a smile
room still silent,
never minding the tears are loud
I'm cruising by,
mind playing energetic
floating like a missile across the veins
echo, echo, vibrate, nothing
Cold glue stuck upon the heart...your shoe
Walking lightly,
Then stomping,
seal it tight
No one is new, 
no mind is new
It has been used by many younger, much braver
Whispered wiser
Painting on the wall...so greedy
Clapping together colours that are clashing
Beaming eyes living for my ashes
Claws digging inside my soul,
scooping out the clarity.

Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios:  David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan
41 Candles: An ongoing Series by David L O’Nan
The Audrey Hepburn Poetry Challenge:  Posted through end of June
Poem from David L O’Nan : ‘Miles Away from the Las Vegas Eyeball’   (in Our Fears in Tunnels)
5 poems by David L O’Nan : “Wicked Witch Fossils” “A Crosswind””There Have Been Strange Men Coming Down Here” “Tyre” “Old Oranges in Grandpa’s Graveyard”

Poem from David L O’Nan : ‘Miles Away from the Las Vegas Eyeball’ (in Our Fears in Tunnels)

gray car on street
Miles Away from the Las Vegas Eyeball

Two hundred miles walked
5 more miles I must walk
I will crawl if I need to
To touch the lips of the sunshine
To burn with every tear
I'll collect my thoughts
Hands catching falling stars that leap out of my head -
and spin around in the air
I have kept a secret for far too long
Is it the burn of her skin? (the touch that emits 1,000 songs)
She was ripe
She was flesh
She was beauty
Then was death
She was blinded by the cold winter's chill
She never had the Spring,
but sipped the bitter kill

All the birds sing her name into my ear
They tell me she was the one
The one in which all angels thrust in vocal rendezvous

Now all alone with curses across my heart
There is a hole
They will argue, they will bite
They will hurt, they will spite
They will kick each other down
And give into the fears
They will be a mushroom cloud hanging over the swans

And the miles have yet to be walked
To reach my conclusion
While the blackjack wizards sway the tourists in at midnight
and prostitutes and the gremlin pimps melt in the neon light.

Vegas, your eyeballs are bloodshot
Your aura is criminal while the dice are thrown into debt after debt.
I am a rundown bus riding drifter
Time to hide in my secrets
I never walked one more mile.
and couldn't crawl even when I needed to.

Live in the shame like a crying baby
As a prosecutor sends me to flames.

Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios:  David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan