Toys

Sometimes screaming helps.....

Toys

 

Clouds silver slip, slip behind one another

The shadow of the trees like mountains chained

I crush the ashes like granite, grinding better

I slip from light unnoticed in the blinding flash

 

You see, but you don’t notice, really

You see, but sleep ensues quickly

You see, the brash young man within me

You see, and I can’t recoup, the sterilization beneath me

 

The light upon your jacket seethes merriment

Once upon a solemn time, I desire lustily

The flesh tinged with bloody desire, hastily

I tongue my way to bitter consequences

 

You see, eyes glazed with comfort and neutrality

You see, my desire layed out before you

You see, that I can’t function equally

You see, me for the fire under my skirt, go metro

 

The light within your hair shines steadily

The glow upon you lips cries that life is on the edge

My increasing whines give way to distemper

I eat myself from the inside out, nourishment for the able bodied

 

You see, that I am interrupting your flight pattern

You see, that I glide past every wish to reach your destiny

You see, that I can’t function in your absence

You see, that I am a boy in a man suit and you are toys

 

Toys that I can’t afford

Author's Note

Ahhhhhhh......thanks, it's been a hoot.

Reviews

[just rose.]

the rhythm in this is so sensual with the repetition and at the same time, there are such sharp points all through, with your word choices and the sentiments you share. the whole thing is like a secret ... that's revealing itself to the reader, and to whom you're speaking of and to, and even ... to yourself, i think. the soft slip of the words on the end of each line leads you to the next, and to the next, and the next ... until there's this incredible crescendo that leaves the reader thinking, and wondering, and wanting more. just gorgeous corey.

[Doreen]

Holy cow. A myriad of feelings come from this one. It is deep, sad, lonely, painful, haunting, and the list goes on. I get a visual, but at the same time, I don't. I love the mystery of this. An amazing line: I eat myself from the inside out, nourishment for the able bodied. Please keep them coming!

[Amy Bumpas]

WOW! This was powerful. I got so many feelings
from this. From a vampire, to a loner that no one will
really know, to a hopeless romantic pinning for his love.
There are some really good lines here: I tongue my way to bitter consequences
I eat myself from the inside out, nourishment for the able bodied

You see, that I am interrupting your flight pattern
You see, that I glide past every wish to reach your destiny
You see, that I can’t function in your absence
You see, that I am a boy in a man suit and you are toys

Toys that I can’t afford
Damn, I think you got your point
across...perfect!

[c.m.]

I really adore this poem...I love all the "you see's" and the entire poem is just phenomenal. It's so beautiful, but in such a sad way. Great job Corey.

[Jenny Nelson]

Very interesting. I'm getting the feel of it, and I think more than one or two people could apply their own individual situations to your words. Lots of toys out there we can't afford... in one way or another. Lots of games we shouldn't play either, though we desire to. I really liked this. I can't come up with the right adjectives to describe it, but I can definitely feel it and I really like it a lot.

[A.Lee]

What an interesting analogy. I love the feel of this poem. Its longing and yet somewhat surreal like you know its not going to happen. Nicely written.