cascades of emptinessA Poem by seath
i have to go back to my old real self.
this is too much! wherever i look, frustration is all i see 'tis painted on the wall, on the classroom door,in the tabularas' faces, even in the lookin glass has the world stopped turning, or this maelstrom of hemlock and ivy sipped through me? i could not say, who'd ever endeavor, to sow a seed of hope with words to someone peculiar and unquantifiable and unstable (as a pebble washed on shore). i want to hate and curse and slash and pierce all the jinxes! i imagine a panoramic scene of blood sprouting and pouring like rain.... of blood mingling with flesh, like gravy on top of a chicken breast.... i want to undress a body with a knife,leaving the nerves like towering reefs with bones collected like white stones,let me break them into dustless particles! for this very pages are my only escape the only consolation, the only scapegoat the vent capable of freeing my emotions the vertigo in me came screaming, unending i care not if my narratives be stale and uninviting to the scrutinizing louvers of other beings but if you chanced to be bathing in the same stream which i am in- then you may shiver beneath these cascades- freezing crystals of emptiness.
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2 Reviews Added on February 12, 2013 Last Updated on February 12, 2013 AuthorseathPhilippinesAboutthese verses i --- had (carved for),and craved for expression... i owe it to the idealism which is possessed by my consciousness more..Writing
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