Another day
Another death
Another morning
I draw breath.
I feel like such a drain on society...
... on myself.
Incapable of moving, encumbered by the avoirdupois of fault upon my chest.
The world gets smaller and smaller each and every day
What motivation lurches me forward but the rot of intestinal desire?
I have become a glutton for punishment where once I stood amongst the unscathed.
Nevermore.
This script has no climax, like a valley among a river of thorns. It's beginning as gray as storm front skies in midst winter; unorthodoxly submitted to the screen without an ending, and you can't get your money back.
I walk without rhythm in metaphysical circles like a chained ghost bound to a sunken ship.
I say to my love: Hold onto your hugs, don't pretend with me, it's unbecoming.
Her face is as fake as the makeup she wears everyday.
Born under suicides favorite solstice... I sever my ears and sew them to my eyes so to be as deaf, dumb and blind as she has played me.
Lonesome love, I say: stay physically where you are emotionally... far, far away (from me).
My heart is a change purse of worthlessness, depleted of reserves from sauntering amid haze and fields of black sally's.
Nothing can grow in the wake of your being
Least of all... me
So tread your treachery
In someone else's valley
And leave nothing but the burnt leaves of your perfume.
By: Jaye Eryk
Copyright ©2008
Non-monosyllabic comments welcomed
Comments
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Perfect!
Saying what you mean is more than I can say for some, and I, as you know, am a big fan of your imagery, and the metaphors you use. This is a brilliantly expressed piece in my eyes, and I thank you for sharing here, because you keep it as real as it gets.
Peace brother, One can wish eh?
Brother Timothy aka poeticweaver~
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Awww Jaye...and than...finally there is somebody to love and you send her away...sending your love to someone elses valley is sad...because in everyones valley you will find some burnt leaves from before...and when we grow older the days are getting smaller and smaller....so do our hopes and dreams...things to look forward too...
But if we don't hold on to hope and dreams what else is there to hold on too???
I loved it...
XXJeannette
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Angry...then end of this is so angry, and maybe rightfully so, I can almost hear it being said through clenched teeth.
I think in many ways we are gluttons for punishment, but then, in this world, punishment is all that is offered and in so many different varieties, it is hard to choose which will cut me today.
~E.
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