Paragraphicals

Nostalgia

What you say is a world. My years, seen through the cloudy eyes of youth. Of large rooms, deep and dim - stained with windows. Of railways of dreams flying low over the bypasses. The deaths of rosebushes that lie beneath the windowsills. Of neighbours' houses, seen through a dirty green window pane. This world, I cannot go back to. If my years were over, they would strive to go back, to relive, to foresee again all the things they would soon forget. What you say is a world. A wordless cemetery. 

Frozen

So long, to be held in stasis. A walking arm and troubled friend. Whence came he here? This is the end of all things. These are the frozen plains. The shelves of nothing. The loss of pride and texture. Salt and skin, these are now our textures. 

Conquer

The blood hit the earth. I lowered, quenched, the sky split below me like a doomed fabric. I had loved; now I had conquered.

Force

You cannot know, the things that I do. Their motives are the things that send you to sleep, happy and aware. Your needs are the forces I turn, hold and wind. To admit that I know you and the things that have created you, would spoil my love and cancer our fate. There is more deviance in attraction than the highest tiers of villainy. To tell you so would tear out our eyes and leave us parched. I will keep it to myself. I will see you tomorrow.

Heart

My heart opened, her heart closed. My eye opened, her heart closed. I waited in the wake of her closing, a lifeless figure; a scar upon her hope. We would never be free. The heart between us belonged to neither one. Hers was radiant, mine was less. Her heart opened, my heart closed.

Eye

The troubles of the young. I sigh and get carried away. Softly treading over ash. I paint a picture smile. Sadly, she said. We all like to blend. Every once in a while, I'll sift through you. Somehow I can sleep with only me. 

Tyrant

Hunting stale sweat. We are all pale against our lovers. Rotating inside. Something out there is scraping. Trying, failing, though we've reached such a height. Bedazzled and empty. Everything sharp and modern. Fickle yet we're only human. You, low and small. You start to cry.  You know we aren't alive. 

Regret

Fathom. Fathom me. Revolving around you. Like an unbuckled smile. Like an unfound door. A plane that takes off, and takes me with it. Elder and unborn. I see a tumbling brick. I see the day we spent, huddled beside the seaside. These concrete steps, split and broken. Our mother comes outside - we find our servitude. We find the broken spa panels. Old abuse. Eager in all things. My blood is warm, even in the kitchen, where it sleeps. 

Reviews

[Rogue]

-grin-

I just got a read request for this. So, I will leave another comment.
I really think (for me) this is one of the best pieces I have read on here to date. Every now and then we find a poem that really speaks to us, this is one for me. Even though the words are not full of light and hope, it is definitely a beautifully crafted and worded piece.

[Chris]

Prose poetry well worth the visit and listening! "Nostalgia" - excellent.

A question in "Frozen" - "these our are textures"? my mind changes the word order.

"Heart" - was above excellent.

[kublakhan27]

A fascinating read...it tells a gripping story, and the arrangement of the themes is perfect...nicely done.

[Silhouette]

Woah, brilliantly written, just a beautiful piece. Thank you so much for penning =)

[Rhianne Ney]

Great piece, nice job~!
100/100

[icelandicblue]

This is beautifully descriptive both in imagery and philosophy. I love how you have constructed this piece into paragraphs. Each section brings with it a wisdom that resonates. This is really well done.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This was quite interesting, especially since it is so completely unorthodox. I like the seperations of the stanzas or "sections", and for me I am reminded of a sort of transcendence, like in the movie "The Fountain". Personally, my favorite section was Meteor; you really seemed to get to the meat of things in that section. Creatively done, and though I am still wrestling with wanting to put it into some sort of different format, I truly enjoyed the write as a whole. You get extra points for being your own, loud, strong poetic voice in a sea of sameness!

[Rogue]

The way you have structured this is extremely well done. You definately have a way with descriptive wording.
This is quite a creative piece of work and I enjoyed reading it.

[Icelanna]

Brilliant imagery, I also love the subheadings to clarify what your talking about instead of just letting us guess. Brill!
Love to you x

[InsanityWriter]

Very interesting style. ;) Excellent imagery!!