the heights were only cliff edges
limits braided, branded, into the color of my wrist
a thick smear of gravity, nude and ticking
metronome conducting the law:
waiting rooms and medical records
nurse binding the artist
sugar for hell, sugar for the patient
I tried to explain:
"the fester lushed out.
the darkroom is both mocking and holy,
den for the cannibals, realm of goddesses;
survival clinging to criminals. art and phoenix,
warriors axing the world... I must,
I must sacrifice sanity for words."
Sickness: I, manufactured like a speak-easy,
blistered the theory of honor
corrupting the marble of my own hands
cities and characters left to their perfume
and gossiping newspapers
the sundials of my sockets rolled inward
disease and villain rasping through soul
leaving grass stains beneath my skull
they passed joints and throated like hyenas
salt for the party, salt for the patient
the convict unwrapped, cooing into the damage
her lingerie on the seat of the boudoir piano
hair draped like suicide over features
she danced and cackled without virgin concern
locks like medusa, I recognized the assassin
she was my wax museum
"without her I am not undulated, but a pause,
nothing majestic or incredible in the bare.
she is statuesque and the end of time
where I will not be found, where home is lost."
Author notes
contest: Platinum Stitches
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I know I'm sick, mental state on the verge of collapse. The "she" is destruction and I can’t live without her. I know, I'm sick. I haven't the slightest notion about what I’m talking about these days and nights.
"Suppose this, Candy. Suppose all time was not the way it is with us. Suppose its mellifluous curves and parabolas, its contractions and contortions, the furious or sedate blood of its pulse, were of a different mathematics altogether. Or say the eye that views could view with the remoteness and the slowness of rocks growing, continents being born, galaxies roller-coasting through the universe. Imagine if we could stand above the flow of time and look down on it just as we stood on Mount Dandenong and looked down on the dots of traffic ten miles away and below.
"But there is a blankness all around. We can't imagine anything. We can't suppose. We are trapped inside the thickest of boundaries."
-Candy by Luke Davies [he is a god, he is a god, he is a god.]
A contest entry
- Remember me in my opaqueness. by whiterabbit..
525 points, ended March 29, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this is ridiculously beautiful.
every line was wrapped in perfect imagery.
i trulytrulytruly looooooved it.
I didn't have a favorite line.
every line was my favorite, for serious.
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This is in fact, amazing.
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I love this. [& Luke Davies is a god]
It's just amazing. You have such a talent with words & I can completely relate to having a mental state on the verge of collapse.
btw, I'm allowing 2 entries per person in the contest, so if you want to enter twice go ahead
x
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"I must sacrifice sanity for words"
the most truthful thing I've heard in a long time.
this is an explosive circus, and I'm addicted to it. nice write.
-carcrashhumor / coughdropcreek
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Me and an ex of mine a few nights ago were talking about self destruction - he out in the open with his drinking and drug experimentation, me and my lack of stress management and constant failure of trying to stay clean. We both know this isn't living but neither of us can help it - we thrive off the dizzy intoxication of losing your family, losing your friends and losing yourself in the bitter fumble towards ecstasy ... I think you inspired me to write
This was an amazing piece though dear, singing in a sweet sallow siren song (try saying that 5 times fast) and yet had a coy Chesire grin that floated in your mind as you read.
LoVe LoVe
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I loved the rawness of this. Some amazing images coming through here too. Very dark and delicious! x
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intense energy and feeling. the images here were awesome. this was a real experiance. it was real a swarm of differant sensations coming at me like bees that stung various organs and then exploded into fire or water or mud or acid haha jesus!
this was awesome..
im sorry you're feeling shitt though. ive been pretty lost lately too, but i think i may be comin around. you will soon i hope!
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sugar for hell
I love this so much. Gaa (chin drop). It reminds me of the background I have on my homepage now. "She is my wax museum." Can I quote you? ♥
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yeah you can quote me any time, I'd be honored :]
♥
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fucking genius. your really intelligent and an amaazing writer.
and i know how you feel..
damn.
sick.
incredible.
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