Contrary

Contrary

 

Wicked the wind that blew through the window of dreams.

A serpent,

it seems,

of gallantry and spayed of a game of cards with the edges frayed….

it doesn’t make any bloody sense.

 

They say.

Who’re “THEY”, anyway?

 

The tick, tock of the clock that strikes never.

Again and again and it makes no sense, and I fall.

Swirling,

and twirling through the dashing autumn breeze of leaves in a dream of no ends.

It seems.

So strange…..

I can’t breath

in the seams of this wretched disguise

that lies and rots beneath the ribbons that keep this guise

Tied.

Tight.

 

Nothing can come in, but everything seeps out,

slowly oozing,

In a slow, putrid slime of rancid death.

 

It touched me,

and stained my skin with the bleach of the bronze that wound never mend.

Itself.

Again.

 

And again.

I reached out for that…thing.

Of random and hope of the orderly tries,

The relief of goodbyes told through fettered eyes.

It was all right there.

Last week.

 

I strained,

and I pulled,

and yearned for what it was worth.

My eyes quite silent with the night-vision on.

It never made any sense, but to circle around.

Again.

The beginning was the end.

But this time, I watched from behind.

Reviews

[Antonio Valentino]

damn.. among the rest of it all, i just lovvvve the cadence of this.. soo perfect to recite, and especially around this time, it has this kind of eeery spirit to it, just perfect for a halloween season recital... oh Amber, this pretty much blew my socks off, and i'm not even wearing any.. needless to say I wont have any need to shave my calves if i ever needed to in the near future, which hey, you never know lol

seriously, this still, brill, and a pill of chill.. (don't ask lol)..

god i hated this, it was so amazing! :)

damn girl, where've you been keeping yerself..
-A

[Aramey]

Really nice work here :)
"It touched me,
and stained my skin with the bleach of the bronze that wound never mend.
Itself.
Again."
This is my favorite part, although it was difficult to choose.

[Arthur Henn]

You are autumn's leaf, you are the leaf that will flow down on the path of all us here at WC... Seriana - So nice to see you back again, we all missed you.

(((Hugs)))

[Celeste21]

Alive. And so rhythmic read out loud.

[An owl on the moon]

This is an intricate, intimate journey flowing deep within you... filled with emotion and that powerful sense of place... We are too often trapped it seems in a world not of our own making... woven around us by those who would drive us down.. So much pain here... and a desire for release.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Who is they? Exactly...

if you try to fit into the mold of so called "society" you will suffocate the true you.
Love to see you writing again. As always I am entranced by your words.