Like sour milk my blood curdles with each passing stare
Don’t think for a second that I know not what you see as me, your pitiful glare gives your ignorance away, but you’re right only in that I live alone and with shame
My life has been an arpeggio on a stream of flat notes; fluid yet flawed, a beautiful ugly and an unmistakable descent into madness
A metaphor you can’t comprehend, a creak in the floor; go ahead, walk on over me… but tread carefully for you need me, and I need you like the deceased need to breathe
Your baggage isn’t what is so cumbersome; it’s your smile… or lack thereof
I’m the rock (you say) but strong as paper, and you are the scissors in this game you so vehemently deny
Darkness exists where once there was light. I think that’s a perfect commentary for Edger Allen Poe’s "Once upon a midnight dreary"
I mourn your death with nothing but a handful of scars that spell your name. I wish you had explained the rules before exterminating the flame
So I sit and reminisce and ponder the next move, should I roll the dice, call your bluff or did I already lose?
Everyday it’s the same, playing Twister with my brain and if you’re still not quenched by all my pang…
Fuck you,
and
checkmate.
By: Jaye Eryk
Copyright ©2009
Non-monosyllabic comments welcomed
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great!
Beyond the anger there is love and love can be a bitch, what a contradiction! good one
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I know this, and you ended it the right way
This is like a patchwork or collage. Every section is different, snippets of thoughts that cross your mind when flicking painfully past unwanted memories, truths you meant to tell her but for some reson never did, almost antiseptic observations on how fucked up it all really is, but at the end it all fits together to form one big picture. You've put it all into words and mental images quite well by metaphor that is intriguing and origional, but still easily understood and related to by the rest of us.
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Oh my. Wow. How did you get to be such a magnificent poet? I envy you. The power in this is unparalleled by any other I've seen. Honestly. The words you chose were so cleverly used, but not too hard to comprehend (at least for me). I loved this.
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love it! you paint a beautiful picture
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... pion coiffé
Your opening moves on this piece, leads to a perfect endgame, ending.
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I believe you'll understand when I say "They" never play by any set of rules, that old saying, cats rule, and dogs drool. But I myself would not put an animal down as such a horrid metaphor. We were a once paved pathway, now chipped, and stripped of and innocence through the winter of lying lips. Even roads of pebbles are smooth and carefree unlike the souls of we. I like your truthful style, and the way you reach out to any reader that may have more that a few bends and bumps in their weary roads. Peace Poe Bro, I'm a big fan...
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