there's these cliffs i know of
where light doesn't bend
but stares with vacant disregard
off edges, into trees
brights divining some distal projection
that muzzled fog casts back into me
and i try to downshift
constrain my tendons with brake cables
to put myself to sleep
but i can't ignore
the mapped venation that
led me to this place
or the fact that i carved it myself
with a birthday pocketknife
parallel bloodstreams on both palms
ensure our ends won't meet
so i might parachute another thirty
cause my mind can't make ends meet
futures trickling when i nod off
into other realms
all you've known
is a rough layer lining the inside
of my left cheek.
a sore i left reserved for when
the half-asleep rest of me
is lost binging off torn remnants.
the words i let slip from the corner of my mouth
limp with paralysis and mocking lover's leap
in dreams i'm left haunted
fallen in love with blank walls
always pressed against them
cause they (mostly) don't talk back
my face masks the fourth,
overflown with tissue that
encircles and cradles anxious night
the strobe light left on
lights up patches of memory
most of which are imaginary:
in other worlds, i'll have no lips
in other words, i'm left alone
to develop like cells in culture
suicide notes imprinted onto
their malignant genomes
all my demons churn
gasping thoughts into fatalist plaster molds
so i don't set my alarm for the morning
i don't rub bloodless patches from beneath my eyes
i don't sleep it off on the lawn until dusk
i just hold my head and wait
for empty lullabies to pull me back
from the grave i've chosen
to hide my life in
where light doesn't bend
but stares with vacant disregard
off edges, into trees
brights divining some distal projection
that muzzled fog casts back into me
and i try to downshift
constrain my tendons with brake cables
to put myself to sleep
but i can't ignore
the mapped venation that
led me to this place
or the fact that i carved it myself
with a birthday pocketknife
parallel bloodstreams on both palms
ensure our ends won't meet
so i might parachute another thirty
cause my mind can't make ends meet
futures trickling when i nod off
into other realms
all you've known
is a rough layer lining the inside
of my left cheek.
a sore i left reserved for when
the half-asleep rest of me
is lost binging off torn remnants.
the words i let slip from the corner of my mouth
limp with paralysis and mocking lover's leap
in dreams i'm left haunted
fallen in love with blank walls
always pressed against them
cause they (mostly) don't talk back
my face masks the fourth,
overflown with tissue that
encircles and cradles anxious night
the strobe light left on
lights up patches of memory
most of which are imaginary:
in other worlds, i'll have no lips
in other words, i'm left alone
to develop like cells in culture
suicide notes imprinted onto
their malignant genomes
all my demons churn
gasping thoughts into fatalist plaster molds
so i don't set my alarm for the morning
i don't rub bloodless patches from beneath my eyes
i don't sleep it off on the lawn until dusk
i just hold my head and wait
for empty lullabies to pull me back
from the grave i've chosen
to hide my life in
Author notes
'i was sleeping in the lilies
or was i up all night?
these days it's hard to tell
what's outside from what's in my mind'
cloud cult
Comments
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this poem reminds me of patients i use to take care of
this was deep emotions running rapidly
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I really enjoyed this the first line really drew me in with the line about the light not bending
that was just amazing. Great write


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Really good-really deep-but I got it!
Moon -
Amazing!
I'm captured, embittered, & unreleased from your visions & thought-dreams; a high high inspiration to me you are, right now, as I read this, thinking of where to go. Your words-- are they fruitful or already planted? Are you as a person the stem or the petals resonating for sleep? Captivating. Remarkable. Fantastic. -
"i don't sleep it off on the lawn until dusk
i just hold my head and wait
for empty lullabies to pull me back
from the grave i've chosen
to hide my life in." these lines are wonderful. the first stanza is intriguing, beautiful, and a luscious depiction of nature. i liked this poem, though some of the phrases and words either don't fit together, or i just don't understand them. examples of that: "mocking lover's leap," "fatalist plaster molds." it's a lovely poem, but could be more cohesive/concise.
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nice
nice one mate. i dont know how to comment for this - its just left me in awe.
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Good imagination you have there it brought vivid images into my mind so many i don't think i ll sleep tonight thinking about them lol great write would like to see some more so will peruse a few more
thank you so much for sharing

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Wow
This piece took me by surprise. Not what i thought it would be but so much more! The emotional aspect is very direct and it pulls the reader along. The imagery is out standing. Nice job! Liked it a lot.

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this is a great read. your vivid language grabs a hold of the reader and does not let go. i felt a great emotional connection in this poem, and i can really tell that you write from the heart. the rhythm is great and adds a degree of read-a-bility to the poem. good use of descriptive adjectives, as well, to really paint a visceral picture.
great work!
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This is a beautiful poem. You capture the sense of solitude wonderfully, and there is lovely wording and imagery throughout. It was a pleasure to read.
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excellent poetry, this was a real pleasure to read. fantastic wording, imagery, *feeling*; they all come together to form a piece that is outstanding... however melancholy it may be. i have only one criticism, and i'm not sure how seriously you will take it - it is the word ''cause'. it may seem petty (i feel petty pointing it out), but the informality of the shortening from 'because' is somewhat heavier than the 'you've' from 'you have', and detracts more seriously from what is otherwise and incredibly eloquent write. the only reason i can think of it being there would be as a pun (e.g. ''cause (cuz) of my mind' and 'cause (caws) of my mind') - but that doesn't really apply in the poem.

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I'm loving the feeling of solitude and discovery I get from reading this. Very nice.


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Wow you got all that from that verse, it's a very prolific write, almost two poems in one. The metaphor is strong and rich. I enjoyed the read
C


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