Turn off the monitor
The blips, too rhythmical, too often
Lower my metal bars and let this pale,
Trembling foot alight the floor
And should I fall, let my knee caps break the weight.
Shock-absorb through my spine and pound into my head
A snap - and all hell break loose.
Crawling amongst clumps of hair and dust
And drying, fraying petals, littering the cold linoleum.
They never sweep the edges, do they?
Past sleeping children in their beds, the metal needles
Poking deep inside their veins and dripping in
Salinic purity, to rid them of their preciousness.
And the monitor, still beeping,
Bumping green and empty through my head,
Too rhythmical and ordered to be settled.
Crawl underneath my bed and sit amongst the dripmarks
and the bloody soots. Shield my eyes from blinding, pale moonlight
Irrepressible monotony and purity,
That catches all the shards of dust we're breathing in,
And choking on, that scar our eyes and slowly,
beautifully,
shred the pink from underneath my skin,
'Til I am just a white and skinny wretch.
Vibrations through my brain that spin this world
And grabbing at the bed post
Can't relieve its passing ache.
Cry and claw for the window.
This floor is just too slippy to withstand my touch.
Squeaking and groaning and pulling me back.
We are fighting the urge of light to get in with the
need to get out.
The curtains are ripped. And stained. And no one drew them.
Not one of you thought to stop God from watching.
And you let the stars in.
And you let my endless, silent sobbing screams out.
The branches in the distance are my fingers scraping at your back.
And drawing blood and finding life inside your own delicious agony.
Cast shadows on my features, and hide my burning eyes
From the nurses walking past.
No matter what I try,
I cannot rid them of their ferocious shine.
Stifle me. Stifle the beeping.
While I drip onto the floor, each beep predicting my footings.
Children that wake and watch me -
Watch me, Children.
Watch me wake up and live again.
Rip open the pillows and choke on the feathers
And scream them out into the night
Caught on a breeze - they flicker like a lantern
In the gloom, against the sky.
Whistle off, and they never, never, touch the ground.
The corners tinged with blood and spittle,
And should they ever reach the stays they'll burn
And fall to earth as sparks,
Burn off my old skin and leave me with a new.
So I may sleep on singed relics of a dream.
I want to follow the feathers.
A vice like grip on the frame, and let this
newly - albino nymph caress the sky.
Swathes of white and incandescent blonde
That has been bleached by the wind,
I have no end. All my fibres have been mixed with my world
And I am not contained within my head
I was not designed to live inside this person.
There's just no room, and no solace.
Feet feeling where cold limestone ends and space begins.
And simply - letting go.
Where I will chase those feathers,
Never going down,
A spark, transcending into nothingness and everything all at once,
And drifting, never once seeing dawn or sun.
A child of the moon. Of mood. Of substance.
Of emptiness.
All the lines are blurred -
All thats left are the tubes and the green flashes,
Lighting the burns that my shadow left behind.
And the monitor stopped beeping
Before I ever reached the floor.
Author notes
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I am diggin' your Style
This piece is hot and easier to understand.... Excellent details. I like long poems like this because it give you a more detailed picture of what the writer is thinking about
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I love it, i've read some works on this site that i've left thinking wow afterwords, but they pale in comparrison with this!! Some brilliant imagery, some very clever ideas, and considering the poem as a whole, it's just sheer brilliance, let it be noted, i'm going to request this to be featured IT'S GREAT!
Well done you should be very proud
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aw ty v much
glad u enjoyed and thanks for taking the time to comment and applaud
Han x
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I agree with the panegyric ink, this was definitely worth the read. Good job, it was really deep. Good job and keep writing!
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!!!!!!!!Definitely worth the reread X 7!!!!!!!
I noted this one of yours to revisit, now I can read over again why!!!!! I just went down to my remark and discovered I only gave U 1 applause, I MUST have been short of applause!!!! This is definitely worth the reread overs!!!!!!!
take it easy
-bri.
ps i tried to lay down 2 more applause but the system wouldn't let me, if it were up to me though, i would have left 7!!!!! -
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aw thank you so much i really really apreciate that
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awesome
you have quite a way with words
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was not designed to live inside this person.
There's just no room, and no solace.
Feet feeling where cold limestone ends and space begins.
And simply - letting go.
wow. wow. i luvd every word of it. wonder wat u were thinking of wen u wrote this... nice write
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definitely psychological!!!
Overall, this is such an amazing descriptive written driven piece of poetry!!! Long, and so what if it is!!! Read this thru about a half dozen times or more anyway!!!
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amazing
this held my attention threw the whole thing. great job. i like it alot. its so deep and fantastic. great job.
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this is very long but very powerful! it is greatly written and was a very good read! I loved all the emotion you put in it! Very nice job !
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This is good for a girl your age keep writing. VEry detailed enough like drips of blookd dropped with my mind as I read your poem. I felt the agon the pain you feel.
You paint a sad picture the imagery was haunting itself I don't know who could in this poem. I had to take a coupld of breath. A rather dep long story but the longer is even better when it should be heard really good. -
its simply stunning
it took a week to write this
and even that break cant take away the power it had and till has
Wonderfully constructed, brilliantly realised effortlessly flowing visually accute work that falls of the page and into my heart
I loved it
You are still my favourite poet
xxxxxx
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Beautiful
Your imagery is beautiful, Albeit the pictures painted seem somewhat morbid, I enjoyed it, Far more so in my current mood then perhaps before, the flow and words used were perfect in every step and beat of the poem, I hope that you continue to write as elegantly as this was penned.
Later
Romeo
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wow
wowi thought your poem was absoultly amazing i had to read it twice you are so very talanted and your poem is not to long and i could so relate to some of the words in your poem
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Wow...
u got talent... keep writin -
this held me spellbound as if between life and death or desire for death.
some spot on phrases like 'they never sweep the edges do they' and 'shred the pink from underneath my skin' just left my mouth hanging open.
to me the best lines were
'I was not designed to live inside this person.
There's just no room, and no solace'
to me this shows emptiness and pain.
i don't think it's too long. some poems are meant to be long
this poem just reminds me why you're on my favorites
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Damn this is deep (and so very long), it is not a poem in the traditional meaning of the word and yet it is poetry at it's fiercist - it weilds a fantastic message with subtle hints of severity.
It is psychologically contempory! I love it!
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