Knees drawn to my chin,
I sit like a gargoyle
hunched in high-backed black leather,
contemplating that intoxicating concept of Life.
I spin reflectively, a James Bond villain,
cradling the shredded tissues of my frustration.
I finger them as if they were
some long-haired white cat,
the softness honing my thoughts -
now so thin and fragile
that I must step lightly,
lay them in my eager hands
and not grip as I long to.
My fingers nanometres from the surface,
I stroke the length of these sculptures
of sand and candyfloss,
sharpen them on my breath
as they hang from glassy threads,
drawing them out, coaxing them out with whispers;
the ends invisible and still
too thick
too solid
too certain
to slice between existence
and let me hold reality, so that I might
test it
change it
boil it down
and know what makes up Everything,
discard Uncertainty and Ignorance
and truly Understand.
My heart is gasping now,
pawing at my chest
as my breaths rise
inexorably like fireworks,
tottering over oblivion and
waiting for the scream.
I file and grind while my arms tingle
and excitement bursts in my lungs.
Too much tension in my thoughts,
I falter -
and hateful diamond cracks sting my ears,
masterpieces shattered and worthless.
I turn mournfully in my chair,
bottled New York laughter
bubbling from a TV downstairs,
and reach for a fresh idea.
Author notes
You can always tell if someone's a little crazy if they capitalise a load of words in the middle of a sentence.
A contest entry
- nothing, but a carnival ... (read the rules first) by A Prophet of 3.
4457 points, ended October 30, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I agree with the comment below mine, very very unique. I can honestly say I have never read something quite like this before.And that's what really gets me... because so many people lack creativity and from this I can clearly see that it's what you have. 
Good luck in the contest!
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This is unique.
Your ideas are shrewd and infinately calculated to make a person spend time deciphering just what your meaning is in this piece. Very well written, and very unique. Emotionally this kept me wondering from the beginning what you were getting at then in the end you get your point across very well. I found this to have a lot of depth and intensity in it. It was extreamly thought provoking and interesting to read. -
writers thoughts are strange
Yeah us writers a strange breed of people, but I really love this poem on personal level because this sounds so much like myself when I am trying to write and create. Writers, artist, muscians etc... are probably like some of the most misunderstood people in the world, so this poem is almost like dedication to our struggle. Excellent write, stay true to your art!
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this is an amazingly brilliant capture of a writers thoughts ...
there's a lot to think about in this piece, and maybe you can seperate the indidvidual accents to let each dance on their own ... (just a thought)
i felt this piece personally, in many ways ...
very nice work ... play with it a bit without taking away from what you have written ... i'll be back to read this again ... you got lots of time ... thanks for entering this *cheers* -
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Thanks so much for the compliments, advice and great contest!
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very erotic
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I think you should use stanzas
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I agree, thanks for the advice!
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Then I must be crazy, because I've done that before.
I like this. Especially the vocabulary. My only suggestion is to possibly change the line, "as my breaths are tugged to the top of the rollercoaster", just because the roller coaster metaphor seems a bit out of place in the scheme of the piece. But that's just my opinion.
Anyway, good poem!
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Thanks! Yes, I see what you mean there, I had doubts about it when I wrote it. I will think of something else to say... Thanks very much for the helpful comment!
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