Consolation

A purging of epic porportions~

 

 

 

 

There is no hope for me,

a silent passerby in the

whole scheme of things

I always knew

I wouldn't be able to make it in

this world,

never be able

to keep up with that coursing

flow of time, and I think that you might

have even agreed with me,

every once and a while,

you'd try to supress

a sarcastic smile

 

 

The one that told me

what I was saying was true

...I could

always handle the truth,

no matter how harsh it came out,

how unsteady it

made my boney little knees,

if I sank down to them,

leaving deep imprints

in that muddy pallet,

would you ever find it in

your barricaded heart

to

forgive...me

 

 

I'm a lost soul,

howling out to the moon for

some unknown stranger

to save me,

wishing upon a thousand

shooting stars that skidded

by and then died, that

beautiful flame flickering

out into non existence.

 

 

Maybe I could touch that

feeble death

and find magnificence

was always just

beyond

my grasp.

 

Will anyone miss my

humbled face and

ever distraught eyes,

hope for them

to open when I lie so still,

hands folded.

 

 

You told me that

you wouldn't cry

at my funeral,

even when they whisked

my entirety into the flames

 

...ashes to ashes...

 

rising from the phrase. 

I guess those simple smiles

always helped to ease my pain, but it was

going to be there, my shadow.

 

 

Rubber wheels spinning over concrete,

they were always the same worn

streets, fading street signs

and light reflecting eyes.

I'll keep that memory

of clouds and smoke,

rolling down the windows

..and we could fly.

 

 

I'll try to catch your tears,

as if they might flow down into this twisted dimension,

falling

to the beat of hearts

and rain drops,

they'll become my only

salvation when only

darkness looms above me.

 

 

Don't put me in the ground, mother,

I don't want to be in the ground.

 

 

Let me sit upon

your doorstep,

enclosed in Ivory and steel

so I can watch your

smile through

the soul ache,

wringing tired,

wrinkled hands.

 

 

 

Rewind the footage

unroll

shiny, brown silouhettes

of images

unwinding from the

black box

 

 

Let my face fade from

memory

A new dawn born in

the implosion

of that

first breath

last dance

Just forget the

tinfoil

I'm letting it all go

embracing the

winds like I'm lost on

an ocean

 

My life was a hurricane

water pouring

over the sides

of a rocking ship

If I ever found

beauty in

those tossing waves,

salty spray

 

 

There was a smile

or two

somewhere in there

curling back

around the edges

I'll let it uncoil itself,

an almost

vapid recollection

 

 

Leaves and cornfields would

swirl on by

with roads

wrapping their

slithering bodies around

hills and mountains

That pale reflection of

a city

bathed in water

 

 

I watched with icy eyes

and a certain face

body turned

against the wind

trudging down

sidewalks and alley ways

placing my

aching feet

one in front of the other

 

 

Always tracing those steps back

to where

I had been before

Always here

and so they

thought I would be

cause the days here

are always

the same

 

 

Who could ever

expect you to

drop

that pin

into the

 water

reverberations casting

ripples out

into the unknown

synchronations

of voices,

passing faces

 

Who are we?

 

 

I was never one to ponder,

so just don't let me know

what I

was here for,

the reason

that I came, swallowing back

soft expressions

and bowling ball eyes

streetlights glittering the

blacktop, mechanical

bodies strewn across

 

 

I stood beneath buildings

and rooftops

that dim pulsing hovering

above our heads

with electronic heart

beats

Our senses blazing with

gratification

 

 

So what if I'm

a bit twisted, double

fisted atrocities

scattering their way above

my bed

Dreams are never the same

when

Insomnia grips your skull

dark eyelashes

beating at the emptiness

 

Floating down

stark hallways,

vacant rooms and doorways

I saw the pictures

on the wall like

fading ghosts, knuckles

white and bleeding

Caskets are just rotting wood

wasted away

 

I guess my blue skies were 

always a permanant faded gray

 

 

If I found my way around

this labrynth,

this turning path of

snatching branches, howling

ghouls in the distance

 

 

I'm running against the pressure

thinking

thinking there might be a

way around

the obvious route of

passage

I was use to taking

the highway

but this might do...

 

 

Just let me go

turn into the ash colored

aura that graced

every pavement I had

laid my tired eyes upon

I'll gasp in one last breath of

air

just to let you know

that this life was worth fighting for

Reviews

[A.A.Romanczuk]

So what if I'm

a bit twisted, double

fisted atrocities

scattering their way above

my bed

Dreams are never the same

when

Insomnia grips your skull

dark eyelashes

beating at the emptiness

Floating down

stark hallways,

vacant rooms and doorways

I saw the pictures

on the wall like

fading ghosts, knuckles

white and bleeding

Caskets are just rotting wood

wasted away



I guess my blue skies were

always a permanant faded gray

- I love the air of darkness and hopelessness and resignation that You create within these lines...I hate that grip of insomnia that I too, often must battle against...yet I could not write as You do...but I also like the image before with the hurricane, the rocking boat, and the sea spray...it's very visual...an ash colored aura...pretty in a haunting sort of way...:) *Applause*

[M.Kilani]

love it !! I seriously do !! I find myself in parts of this one !! the passerby, the one who's never missed ,the lost case, the one never understood, the one waiting for death, moreover seeking death ,yet full of hope and love, the one willing to fight, to live a new day and change it all . this one is going to my favorite ... amazing work well done Desiree... well done dear

[Angel Veselinov]

Good but a bit long poem

[Ed Hart]

you know, i always take the writer seriously, and at (in this case) her word...so that while your many friends line up to congratulate you on your 'poetry', i hear a lonely soul calling out into the night, and that call is what i would address...if i'm mistaken, correct me...if not, write me a note...right now, i'm going to put grandkids to bed...you're a lovely young lady...much to young to have accumulated this much grief...anyway, i'm around, but you must know that

[Coyote Poetry]

Wow. A very long poem. You took me on a wild journey with your words. So many lines were powerful. I had to read the poem a few times. For some people life seem like a fruitless journey with few victories. A very good ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Aven]

"wishing upon a thousand
shooting stars that skidded
by and then died, that
beautiful flame flickering
out into non existence."

just beautiful.

[Brad]

god damn, i've felt that desperate obsidian wave hit me in the face several times chilling my bones and draining my hope....
well purged, my friend

[Matthew Kult]

Amazing, absolutely amazing. I was grabbed from the opening line to the very end. I could feel every ounce of emotion on those paved streets that we neglect....I wonder if that it what I will miss when I am gone...If I will just miss the wind in my hair.....the ground under my feet....

Excellent and with Love,

Jaidyn

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Amazing. What a landslide of emotion.

[Jonathan De Elvira]

Your works always made me speechless....
I have no clue what to say when it comes to your work...
damn....

*sighs*

[Marie Harrison]

Very sad and gripping write. I loved it!