Pulsating wires

Simple little words, they worm their meaning and hurt, burn, their way through my memory.

There are wires running in tandem
beneath the flesh of your wrist,
where they rested their weary
heads, and ran electricity
through your hunger.

I want to trace their paths with my words
and let the patterns pull me
into a spiraling maze of despair.
For I know where these wires go,
and where they will end.

When the little specks were swallowed,
your wires pulled the puppet
from death's wanton grasp.
A phone call,
and I ran to save the frothing despondency.

Your anger whipped me
but, fallen limp, your argument
held no poignancy.
You fell to the floor anyway;
to lick the tears of my grief.

I'm empty, turning to stone
from the inside,
as you flourish and burn brightly.
I cannot face your brilliance;
so, blinded, I turn away.

I stole your wires,
with the moon as my guide
I held them to my breast
and let my veins consume them.
Alas, they smelt deceit

and forced a bleach through my form,
ridding me of my dirt
till there was nothing left
but chasm.
And I feel myself being obliterated.

You've got wires running in tandem,
and they make up your empty skull,
where bumble bees did once reside.
They pulled you from my grasp, and so,
defeated, I run naked within ropes of mist.

Reviews

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dear Writing Friend,
A very thought provoking poem with a few painted word brush strokes that made this work a unique mosaic. You are gifted with a special style unlike anyone I have read to date. I am still musing over this work that I first read several days ago.

Blessings, Laughing-Bear

[Patrick Sean Purdy]

Your passion lies in the almost chaotic motion of the events you describe. Pusating is the energy alive and humming through each stanza, though, as _mal said, coming from so many angles. Each of your poems delivers a punch and this one no less than the others, but each seems like they could be two or three poems on a theme. I think that chaos of multiple poems in one is actually a strong point that draws me in deeper.

[_mal]

I'm not sure what to make of this, it's coming at me in so many pieces and so many angles. But f**k, that last stanza was a punch in the stomach. Lovely, intense

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

Wow, amazing. Intense imagery, amazing word choices. Love love love.

[Nimbus Thread]

This was a wonderful piece. A lux of imagery, bitter sweet, such a compelling idea that we are wired and how beings can yearn for connections. The scaring of disillusionment. Such originality!

[ScaryTrees]

intense and brooding with strong imagery
the piece reads smoothly and your voice is unique

nice write

[Jeremy Baker]

This is a powerful and passionate poem, with amazing descriptions and imagery. Loved it!