Ever notice that you can never cut yourself deep enough to scratch the emotional itch?
I have skin like old vinyl, easy to ruin and sufficiently unrepairable. My arms are like the roads in New England, traveled, cracked and covered with patchwork.
It's not there though that I find my regrets, not in the lessons learned in the curriculum of life.
Long ago I learned what infection tastes like; like the desire of someone else's will; and as if being drawn and quartered wasn't enough, no amount of faith can metaphysically mend these appendages.
Heaven's a vacation I can't take quite yet, for Hell's where I must saunter in order to effectuate retribution. The Devil has stolen a soul well deserving of it's fate, but I can't go on living without personally dissevering this demon to satiate my hunger for hate.
And if I must endure infinite torture for that one solitary moment of peace;
Then I shall do it,
with a smile...
...on my face.
By: Jaye Eryk
Copyright © 2008
Non-monosyllabic comments welcomed
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i liked the ending. i felt it was quite.... don't know the word. I'd say ironic, but there is no irony in it because it's obvious that the smile is not a "real" smile... it's just there... unless, of course, it is is a real smile... bewcause knowing you'll have one solitary moment of peace brings a smile to your and makes everything else a little easier to endure.
interesting to read.
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You asked for it...
I didn't comment on this sooner because it is just too close, and I am afraid no matter what I say, or what I write, it would fall short, or worse...monosyllabic!!
This was grotesquely accurate in my mind. You have a way of putting into words, what the rest of the world refuses to see...or perhaps they see it, and the sight of it blinds them to the reality of this fucking cess pool of ignorant human waste and those of us that are drowning in it.
I keep thinking, is there such thing as one moment, a mili second even of peace? This is the ugly truth, and like it or not some will just have to open their eyes and admit it is there...or we will be doomed forever to keep clawing our way to the surface, and fester in the sewers of the gaping wounds as they suck us down again and again...that for some of us is the true price for being born.
Damn it J., how do you do it?
~E.
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how do i do it? writing is easy... surviving is worth questioning, unfortunately i have no answers.
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The first line is really good. I totally know what you're talking about which makes it even better. If New England's streets look all patched up and stuff then its been way too long since I was last there. = ( I miss that place.
I love the 4th stanzas first line. I've had that infection too my friend.
The last two sentences are very powerful. It screams how badly you want just a single moment of piece no matter how much you're going through.
Great job. & I noticed it's shorter than your usual poems.
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Infections taste,
I seem to find my own wounds reopen themselves, along with the new ones that come along. If only I could learn to never open hearts door like before, time would have at-least a fat chance in healing me a tad. Nice guys die a thousand deaths, and all while breathing through the pang. You know this which I speak of poet. Pen on brother. Triangles.
PW.
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Yeah they do.
triangles... inverted... piercing hearts
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Your first line should be a proverb. Beyond that, I don't think I can say much that hasn't already been covered in the other copious comments.
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"Ever notice that you can never cut yourself deep enough to scratch the emotional itch?"
I actually have not noticed this.
But I imagine it's true, if I felt that way.
I hate being itchy...but lotion usually works.
*is not being very serious* Excuse me...
"I have skin like old vinyl, easy to ruin and sufficiently unrepairable. My arms are like the roads in New England, traveled, cracked and covered with patchwork."
I love your similes & metaphors. They're so frucking unique..."old vinyl" Like a record playing? "sufficiently unrepairable" That sounds sooooo pretentious, which would normally piss me off, but you never could. It sounds so right there. The New England thing is genius too--by mentioning a particular place...well, it's easy to visualize.
"Long ago I learned what infection tastes like;"
OH MY GOD.
GENIUS.
"like the desire of someone else's will;"
The simile right after a simile is gorgeous.
"and as if being drawn and quartered wasn't enough, no amount of faith can metaphysically mend these appendages."
"metaphysically mend" <==love that. Again, I say that this would normally come off as annoying pretentious, but not for you.
Love that.
"Heaven's a vacation I can't take quite yet, for Hell's where I must saunter in order to effectuate retribution. The Devil has stolen a soul well deserving of it's fate, but I can't go on living without personally dissevering this demon to satiate my hunger for hate.
And if I must endure infinite torture for that one solitary moment of peace;
"Then I shall do it,
with a smile...
...on my face."
Sounds like putting on a smile when you're not that happy.
Nice.
*gives you applause a second time*
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*feels monosyllabic* I'll be back.
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That's a first... lol
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Yeah well.
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woooow
very pleasent indeed!the words moves my heart...i loved the last line where you stated
'if I must endure infinite torture for that one solitary moment of peace;
Then I shall do it,
with a smile...
...on my face.'wonderful
juliet
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