Vacant Images

Foul stench permeates my air space

perfumed ghosts waft eerily upward

trying to see beyond as past creeps

melted into the scenes of confusion

fractions of pieces decimated

sweet & salty memorable recognition

parts of a whole that linger still

my mind a thousand miles away

body parts still vacant and in captivity

faces that weave in and out of sanity

making sense of puzzle parts

just the sound of my name

the dance of surrender against will

chilling, sweating, screaming, crying

then it's over and you cringe

i want to convulse into oblivion

all that's left are shattered images

i don't give a flying f**k and i care

it's not the norm for child innocence 

thought patterns should be of swings

free as a bird to be whomever

doubts elusive behavior par for the course

left with staggering work to fit

black and blue turn to crimson

letting go to unfold the story

drawn in time after time

no child's fairy tale, just a riddle

never to be resolved or forgotten

Author's Note

I thought I had included this note, but the painting is another done by a dear friend of mine Starq, it was our collaboration for new dreams..Sweet Dreams.

Reviews

[LA Lorena]

you weave a lot of images here with these lines, and ask many questions. Unfortunately, most questions will remain unanswered. I wish I had the answers for you. It seems to me that the more I know people, the less I know and understand why we do what we do. Maybe that's why I like dogs?

I do like your poem though, very much. Now stop pondering deep s**t, and lighten up!

[Frieda P]

hahaha, I can't help it, my head goes to deep s**t so often, I think you'll find my next read lighter, or perverted hahah ;-)

[LA Lorena]

I hope it's perverted. I'm getting tired of carrying the PERVERT HERE banner on my own. Kimmer was helping for a while, but when the cops stopped us to see if we had a permit, she got distracted by the uniform and went to go have a drink with him. Haven't seen her since. My fookin arms are getting tired too.

[Frieda P]

LMAO!! I hope I don't disappoint!

[LA Lorena]

Well, it's okay if you do. It will give me a chance to use my new "go to review line". Nice Avatar!

[Frieda P]

haha I repeat, bi_atch!! Spit that!

[Emily]

My favorite part of this piece is the appeal to each of the senses in turn: smell to taste to sound to tactile. Your quick flittering from one to the other is so reminiscent of a dream, and it makes this one vivid read! Thanks for sharing! I really enjoyed it. :)

[Tarry Franck]

Amazing poem! & the artist did a terrific job!

[Frieda P]

Thank you kind Tarry.

[Sola]

Nicely done. Pet peeve though, you have some very lonely isolated un-capitalized I's, they're already alone, devoid of any other letters for company so you might as well give them the strength to fend for themselves by capitalizing them. But a very nice piece.

[jamal]

i love it :) "the dance of surrender against will

chilling, sweating, screaming, crying

then it's over and you cringe

i want to convulse into oblivion

all that's left are shattered images" so much emotions! :O i am impressed by the flow pattern and also the words used

Great job! :)))

[Frieda P]

Thanks jamal for your amazing review, much appreciated. :-)

[s y e]

Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Im speechless! :O What an amazing write!

[Frieda P]

Wow yourself! ;) You just blew my skirt up...wooo what a great review. Thank you kindly noodlehead. :D

[s y e]

Haha, blew you skirt up? Haha, that's a new one :p. I'm glad you think so and your very welcome! Your really talented!! XD

[Frieda P]

Hahaha, I love that saying, means you did good! ;-)

Thanks for your generous praise, noodlehead. I just like saying that ha

[s y e]

Anytime! (: haha, I thought so :P I love it haha!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hi Frieda, as usual a lovely poem with a devastating theme. sometimes there are no answers. perhaps one answer is a question:
Why are there so many who have suffered the same treatment?

[Frieda P]

Very good question, the answer lies partly in one of my favorite quotes...

'The Only Thing Necessary for the Triumph of Evil is that Good Men Do Nothing'

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I agree in part but sometimes good men and women don't know what is happening or are powerless to act or too scared to.

[Frieda P]

Thus the dilemma, people are on a whole apathetic John, especially when it comes to this subject. Nobody wants to get their hands dirty.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

But that means physician heal thyself!

[Frieda P]

I flunked my doctorate....!

[Frieda P]

....and stop being such a meanie to me! :-P

[Baby Ricochet]

Creepy. I like it

[Frieda P]

Thanks Baby and yes, very creepy.

[Kristina Moulaison]

This reads like a pained stream of consciousness. I picture you just bleeding onto the page and it comes out with words and phrases strung together, like children holding hands. And I love that you leave it just as it is, scars and all. There is a beautiful honesty in all of it. "i want to convulse into oblivion" jumped out at me, great line! the picture with words is beautiful and this poem with all its kicking and fighting, soars!

[Frieda P]

You caught that bloody part eh? Thanks for the insightful review.

[Kristina Moulaison]

a little, yeah. :)

[khalid]

really very sweet dreams in a world of nightmares..

[Frieda P]

Thank khalid, your kindness is always appreciated.

[khalid]

i didnt mean to be kind, i meant to be honest. you are welcome