Tunnel Vision.

Tunnel Vision.

A Poem by Chloe Madison Taylor.
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In fear of faith.

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I'll just float around the ceiling of the world

like the ghost haunting my linen closet.

dole out spare thoughts sans hue,

Drive aimlessly through clouds until I find my way out.

But I'll never find my way out

I will refuse to beg, if even only to differ

and vanish into notsothin air.

 

I will not make it through the winter.

 

 

I'll try slipping originality back into my veins

Circulate to my brains,

and trickle down the white marble staircase that is my spine

breathing harder than I'm thinking, and dreaming harder yet

robbing the medicine cabinet

and licking my fingers clean of the system

 

I will not make it through the week.

 

 

Watch the room flip until I'm standing upright again

Settling stomach acid and wait for the

lights to stop flickering in my head.

words attaching themselves to brain cells

bumping against one another in my wisdom-fortress of a head

playing games with the boom box in the corner of my chest

living snugly between dreams I won't even try to suppress.

 

 

Tear apart the nearest nebula and paste the stars in my eyes

so I can look for a long time, or maybe two

and stare at the boundaries they set up, that aren't there anymore.

or stand in the shower with the water off, flood my head and the last of my wavering will power

weild weapons as sharp as pain, and cut myself out of the picture.
 

 

I will not make it through the day.

 

© 2009 Chloe Madison Taylor.


Author's Note

Chloe Madison Taylor.
Still not done. But tell me what you think. How can this be better?

Oh, and "wavering will power"
thats on a commercial for some gum.

Maybe I shouldnt have put it in there. Idk if its copying or not.
oh well.

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the marble white staircase that is my spine

Tear apart the nearest nebula and paste the stars in my eyes.

2 more lines i wish i'd written.

the violence in your poetry is beautiful;
the beauty in your poetry is violent.

this is not my favorite of your works but there is nothing to hate here. your poems are often brilliant and never boring. joe

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I would like to feature this in group if you would be so kind as to post it there. Excellent verse.

Posted 15 Years Ago


You're so f****n amazing Chloe.

Posted 15 Years Ago


i actually thought it was a well laid out lament

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the marble white staircase that is my spine

Tear apart the nearest nebula and paste the stars in my eyes.

2 more lines i wish i'd written.

the violence in your poetry is beautiful;
the beauty in your poetry is violent.

this is not my favorite of your works but there is nothing to hate here. your poems are often brilliant and never boring. joe

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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