Misery,
Dearest Misery,
I don't much like the taste of these antiseptics
Swimming in my veins,
I don't like the kind of feelings
They attract.
And in the phosphorescent light of the streetlamps
Our eyes could have danced with molten passion;
As it is,
my eyes were alone again,
lamenting over
hope's corpse
lying there in a black body bag, alone and cold and frightened.
Soul trapped in the plastic and it worms toward me as its only redemption.
I can't touch it or I'll
The butterflies are making a comeback,
crawling from the corners of my cerebral cortex, they're
wet with anesthetized rainbows
and multiplying with a vengeance.
Gotta have my fix
Have to get some more of
you
I'll push you beneath my skin
And feel you in my bloodstream, infecting
Like concentrated acid.
The loveliest rediscovered plague, trembling across my skin
Shuddering, ticking,
the red-and-purple of cinderella slavery and ballerina bruises
Sprawling across my neck like spun-glass spiderwebs.
Thinking of you is slipping a rope of thorns down my throat,
it tangles around my stomach in knots of martyrdom;
the most bittersweet sensation I know,
now if only I could breathe...
Author notes
If I whispered in the wind
and it stole the words straight from my lips
and they jumped and quivered across the sea
Would Ęgir have so much compassion
as to deliver them to you?
Yes, my lovelies have returned to me
My lilting lavender butterf[lies]
Hovering lazily in my head.
There were still a few caterpillars within the woodworks;
they found a warm, soft place to call home as they
evolved
Every one filled with renewed pain,
freshly born from a wound reopened.
A contest entry
- Prewrite Fiesta ... 30 poets by Musafir.
370 points, ended April 9, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
1 - 6 of 6
-
very good poem with emotion expressing mental turmoil.
At one place you have used 'Gotta''... otherwise excellent poem.
Best wishes and good luck
-
ooo
i like ^.^
-
Oooo...Keikou I think you've almost come as close as Po with morbid poems...
My favorite thing about it is the vivid picture of grotesque images that's forced into one's mind as they read this. I've been trying to do that forever and ::boom:: you got it.
I loves it<3
-
-
^^ <3
-
-
I really liked this. Depressing and morbid, but there's something there that's indescribable. You have a great use of descriptive language. I got very lucid images from this, Fantastic Job.
Whit
-
It feels unfinished.
...
Adding your comment:
1 - 6 of 6
