Icy winds frost the lining of my lungs sending chills throughout my spine. My hands tremble, and fingers ache with arthritic pain; numb everywhere I'm not in malaise.
Shapes maneuver in translucence defined in eerie hues. Watching... or stalking more like, as I brave the world under the guise of night.
A graveyard of decay gives birth to winter. It's flesh, under foot and in crowded gutters; while what's living coughs up its crystals and slaves over its refuse. What an undeniably unbalanced exchange!
Scars mark my body like dotted lines on a treasure map. They cross my heart as I hope to find that elusive jewel never before seen in light.
If love were a rope, it'd be 100 years old and tied around my throat asphyxiating what little air I can extract from the cold.
I am alone, and all hope lies in two disfigured claws half frozen into fists.
So I go home and bathe in bloodied soil
Fading all that makes me flesh and pale
(Longing to wake... when day... is always)
Armed with the ability to view the night
From home; safe against the lashings of
This annual pharaoh, who lives...
Behind my shadow.
By: Jaye Eryk
Copyright ©2008
Non-monosyllabic comments welcomed
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this poem is disturbingly beautiful in describing in quite gruesome detail, to me, what seems like being cold is like. i really like that way you used your words to depict visions of flesh falling and the dark sort of feeling i get from raeding this. also the way you shaped the writing with more of like a sort of story-like start, and then ended with a little poem of sorts. very nice.
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Very descriptive!! I love the imagery in this and the word choice in this piece. Keep it up!! I like this a lot =)
<3 - Jess
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this is a good write from you, one that i am more than happy to have read. thank you for sharing this with me today and i am looking forward to reading more from you in the near future. viyanna rosemarie
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This is such a powerful poem, it creates enchanting, yet dark, images when reading. Your descriptions make your writing seem alive, and i can feel the cold and pain of this poem.
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i can identify with this, i went through a time in my life when every thing felt cold and unloving...
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I like the way you talked about the cold, and aritic. I no what the cold is about, and being arthritic, as well as other pain. I don't miss Maine. Knee deep snow
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Metaphors...
The deep pang that drives one insane in this world...no hope, isolated in a shell of your former self, that died in the same breath you heard the truth..that all dreams were lies, and all inspiration died. Another example why I wish I was never born into this planet of the pain. I wish you well, better than your usual day. Hope this new year can bring more to my awesome brother than just mere digits.
-Timothy aka poeticweaver
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wow
this is fabulous,such imagery,and fantastic words,
i cannot find any particuler fave sentance,it really did leave me breathless.
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