Violet Carson

I really didnt have any plan or purpose when writing this no inspiration either...it was at about 5:30 in the morning and i took a coupla sleeping pills to help me sleep...so yeah...enjoy...

I'm just gonna kinda blab on and on and on here, in the vain attempt that i might be able to construct some sort of proseful poetry as i type, and sort of stimulate the incoherent genius lodged somewhere within my head, it been a long day and im tired and the sleeping pills i took 3 hours ago haven't really worked..i can;t sleep why can;t i sleep its an insane thing not to be able to sleep when all your body wants to do is sleep, yet your mind is active toying with you playing with the different emotions, with your creativity, with your inner religion, trying to make something out what really wasn't there to begin with something that you;d want to push away for the time being just to provide yourself with some physical relaxation in order to properly
function the next day...
damn its frustrating...
the annoyance within,
the genius of myself,
thinking,
musing,
collaborating within me,
looking at alternative endings,
at new conclusions,
creativity? where
a question to another question
why? to conclude another answer
to resolve what engraved on my mind won;t fade
to absolve yet another sleepless night of torment
and yet again it begins with her
i'll call her violet carson,
a rose,
yet hybrid,
perfect, in her entirety
soft, rich in color,
beautiful and slender,
the simplicity of such would cause,
cause the righteous of saints to indulge in her beauty
the magnificence of her would condemn mortals to dust, from whence they came
yet i immortal as i, still fell prey
can i say as much, without giving away?
immortality,
weakness,
desire,
in lust i was consumed,
and in heat i was instructed,
me?
a pupil
in a class of my own
teacher degraded to student,
that was me fallen from glory,
in the night of the violet carson,
succumbed to human desires,
sleep says she, she kisses me softly,
dreams...perfect dreams..


tied,
bound,
gagged,
drugged,
drugged i was, in my desire, in my love
light, where have you gone
where are my clothes, where is my love
she sees me,
fallen,
distraught,
mutilated
mortal.

closer,
slowly,
walking,
i can smell her heat,
no!.she
abused my desire,
abused my love. no
beads of sweat, fall
poised like a cobra,
blood,
muscles,
gorging,
adrenaline pumping,
shreds of cloth fall,
free,
she comes closer,
a violet carson,
my rose,
my hate, burns
my heart burns,
rage,
anger,
lust,
desire,
love....
why, i cry
immortality lost,
has my spirit fallen
have you taken all of me,
yes, she whispers
all of you,
that's all she'll ever say again.
that's all i needed to hear
nothing more was said
there's no more fighting,
her scent wraps its arms around me
seductress,
seducer,
my love,
my violet carson,
my rose....

no. not yet,
im prey,
im slain,
im fallen,
the mighty fallen,
the beautiful maimed,
unrecognizable, mirror.
show me me
show me beauty,
nothing
perfection,
stolen,
seething,
slashing at her, flailing
knives,
blades,
fists,
nails,
teeth,
i feast on her,
my love,
my beautiful violet,
why...

now i fall, down
once immortal
now mortal like all
alive yet dead
dead inside,
i see her in me,
i see her beauty now,
rich,
color,
how i came to be,
my love,
my scarlet rose inside, she
my violet carson...
me.

Reviews

[Ari]

This is a great idea for a poem. You really seem to be working creatively in your writing, and I respect that.