Insomniac

This was the first poem I wrote and was truly proud of, I hope you find it interesting.

 

Insomniac

Crossed black ribbons, over
Cold metal,
Marble skin, too close to the bone,
Cinnamon, and vodka,
Burning sugar,
Served with sarcastic distain,
You fall and fall, into your own whirlpool.

The dog barks, he knows me,
Frightened scent,
For coming sunrise stalks me.
Moonlight, drops its silver,
Dangling doll,
Threads knotted around her throat,
You cannot sleep, because this bed is prison.

White rose by your window,
You forget,
How ocean-like romance can be.
Not quite forgotten, even now,
Lingering,
You remain a jagged splinter,
Failing to deny, your narcissism.

You must mark your rivals,
Mocking barbs,
Prove the warrior useless.
So I might feel worse still,
Early light,
You are pale but opaque,
Insomniacs, with deadly nightmares.

Now I burn the pictures,
Dance in the leaves,
And sing without comment.
Tracing lines on my waist,
Broken lips,
Now I am a mountain,
Now you are just a midnight, I will forget.

Reviews

[C.L. Wilson]

Great imgaes and raw passion.. cant wait to read more

[A sea person]

Brilliant poem! The imagery is so vivid. You did a fabulous job!

v.r.
Ryan

[Initium]

Loved it.
Welcome!

[Anthony Thomas]

I really liked this. Your word choice is amazing. I particularly liked the last two lines.

"Now I am a mountain,
Now you are just a midnight, I will forget."