I stand alone on swells of broken bones
With grin and satisfaction
and emptiness
Stitched together with mangled veins
It’s impossible to keep these demons contained
There are miscreants in my skin, feeding on failure and repressed emotions, laughing at every downward swing of my head.
It feels like needles and pins, and… (I embrace them)
Inflame my intestines with your ferocity! Masticate my colon, horn my kidneys and claw my heart. Migraine my brain and suffocate my soul
Kill me repeatedly
I’ve found my strength through suffering
Mirrors will not reflect my own vivisection
Yet with each scrape of blade to my ribcage
I wince in pleasurable sage
Like a life in cremated fashion; it’s a deception of strength and though every revival is a formidable force, the next death peels a layer of sheathe exposing the truth that abuse transcends each.
And while it’s useless to beseech
Who can fight when bruised underneath?
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Dead
children
cannot
speak
thus
eternally
I
am
weak.
By: Jaye Eryk
Copyright ©2009
Non-monosyllabic comments welcomed
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Wow this is filled with a lot of self harm! It went very well with my topic. Your use of a big vocabualry was very impressive. I am jealous, i wish i could write with such an impressive vocabulary. Masticate my colon, horn my kidneys and claw my heart. Migraine my brain and suffocate my soul. These lines were definityly by favorite. Thank you for entering my contest and sharing this poem with me. Best of luck
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garsh, the first image was very eerie, jaybEE
your forced-upon strength and I cringe just thinking what you have to go through. I hate it when people try to say, 'i've been there too'! Ugh! Nobody can truly know the pains of another, unless they know how to move from body to body. Ok, maybe they're trying to not make you feel like you're alone in your pain, but...i know, i know. Your pain (both physical and emotional) is yours, so I will just listen and try to be here.
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"Mirrors will not reflect my own vivisection"
Not sure I can express how much I liked that unequivocally...!!!
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Hi there. So many times have you read my poems and never have i returned the favor. You always make me feel better. You are so wise. I don't think I have any wise words such as yours to describe how phenomenal this poem is. I don't have as great a vocabulary as you. I'm envious. Like "vivisection". I don't know what that means, so now I'll have to go look it up. Anyway, I want to thank you for all your kind words, and such.
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"Masticate my colon, horn my kidneys and claw my heart"
That is an image I'm not going to get out of my head any time soon.
I never notice titles, I don't know why, so I read the line "Like a life in cremated fashion" and immediately typed "You have made my day with that line.", not realizing it was the title of the piece. I actually think it might be a little more powerful if you have the title be something else so that that line just hits the reader by surprise in the poem. It's an incredible line.
"And while it's useless to beseech / Who can fight when bruised underneath?" So weakened and broken one cannot bring the words to one's mouth in protest. That was my first thought about those lines.
The last two stanzas I want to read quieter than the rest; it's the end of the poem, but also just the end. It's whispered
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A descriptive piece you describe such suffering as all the broken bones and pieces of living find you in emotional agony, though as you have penned here, the suffering itself has made you stronger. I know when the sh*t hit the fan in my life, it has till this day given me the fire and the fuel that sets my soul ablaze. Though I like many forms, styles, and different topic writes.. I find myself relating to your written word mostly brother. I guess this is where reality lies through my eyes, as I feel so much sorrow so many days and nights in my soul. Well done bro. tainted triangles. Though triangles nonetheless.
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