Dipping

Life can be dangerous.

Dipping

I dip,

in and out.

Slowly seduced

into the hypnosis of trust.

Reading words of adoration and angst

written with a hunger to be known

only to a dark and bitter world.

I ink my pen in your blood,

in the memories

that suffocate my heart

of your sweet embrace

and brutal soul.

I plagiarise love,

stealing each sonnet from your deceitful mouth

as if giving the kiss of life

in reverse.

Sucking your last breath

from hate filled lungs

until you are but a vacuum.

Then, when overfull,

I spew in torrents

of serrated bile,

slashing at the very throat

of this disaster.

 

31/08/14

Author's Note

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

This is very tough, I have the feeling here it would be good for you to take some distance to this situation,I learned this at work as a social worker, there are times just to cool off..

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Leslie. I wrote three very 'angry' sounding pieces on the quiet Sunday but they were simply fragments of refracted light and I am cool enough (especially given the horrid August we have just endured)

[AprilRN1210]

Powerful language in this one helps the reader feel the angst and heart break, the betrayal, and the pain... creative metaphors sprinkled throughout.. leaves a bitter taste that is pretty intense.. nicely done..

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks April, was just expressing a passing emotion that became tangled in my mind web.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I prefer the romantic side of you...it goes better with my bowls of popcorn! ; )

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Twas but an emotionl feel that came in the doldrums of Sunday morning. Besides don't like to be 'pidgeon holed'. Have been critisied for it in the past. Thanks Kelly and keep enjoying the popcorn.

[Kelly Scheppers]

You're a wonderful writer, John...that's good enough for me!

[Lyn Anderson]

Dark and twisted indeed, sad and angry, now it is my turn to say, a vivid piece, full of vitriol. Where is the romance and the longing? Buried in the hate.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I did not feel this when I wrote it as it just came on a slow Sunday morn. I think it represents the fact that although hopeful I still hurt from all the let downs I have had, particularly the last one which I have been blocking out since June.

[R Smith]

Ouch! John a painful experience in this poem, it has anger and violence of the heart, a strong and forceful assault on our minds and souls, loved it John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Cheers Richard!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

harsh imagery gets the angst across one hundred percent in this "lashing out" poem.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ha a bit of a having a go Sunday but only in writing Jacob. Many thanks.

[Frieda P]

Holy, brutal John, I felt this one in my bones!

I plagiarize love,
stealing each sonnet from your deceitful mouth
as if giving the kiss of life
in reverse.

That's a poem unto itself, my favorite....still hurts like a, you know what...

100 brutal bloody blows