holes

holes

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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12/2011

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In despair I felt the place of my death in there
Without despair I have known this place as life
How I miss living there yet still I hold you, 
Here, now, just as beautiful as ever before

Untarnished in my heart even after all the
trials, still full of youthful endearment 
My heart sings as if this were our first touch
A realization that that never gets old

I could step through these holes eternally,
dancing away from the light, creating worlds

Of course I am dreaming, whittling away
at the building blocks cluttering my mind

 
     

© 2014 joshua deathdealer


Author's Note

joshua deathdealer
Super Paper Mario actually inspired this..xx

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I like the way this poem sits almost entirely within the mind, as if one were in the state between waking and sleep when our the regrets and high points of one's life float through thoughts, connected and unconnected, the pain and pleasure all there to be observed but no way to act upon it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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I like the poem. Some logic in the words. When the pieces fall apart. Impossible to be put together. I enjoyed the complete poem. A strong ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I find your preoccupation with death and beauty rather intriguing. You speak of them both with respect in equal measures. I've always been fascinated with the shadow side of the self and poetry has been instrumental in my facilitating a more balanced way of incorporating those aspects of myself into my life in a less destructive way. For me, I think I insisted on holding my gaze on death bc it gave me an illusory sense of power over it. Just like I did with past pain. I was the kid who wouldn't look away from the hate in my mother's eyes as she was slapping me silly. I think I felt like, "f**k you, I'm not giving you my fear too". In retrospect, I can see it was my way of controlling atleast my reaction amidst what could have otherwise felt like an utterly hopeless situation. I hope you don't feel invaded by my commentary. I just felt deeply impacted by your expression and wanted you to know I appreciate your unique way of conveying your perspective. Its clear you are incredibly smart and insightful and wise beyond your years. Also, thank you for the kind review yesterday. I appreciate it very much.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I am enjoying reading you the more I do, great stuff.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on December 1, 2011
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Tags: love, romance, dark, memories, surrealism

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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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