Patches

Patches grow on my shouting knees like a fungus
That consumes the body of a tree.
It starts with the soul on the inner core
And eats its way through the outer layers
Of the bark, leading into the blanket that is misery.
My head is a bomb that explodes on impact,
And my heart is a river that drowns me inside its icy waters.
The deft of my colony is filled with tears,
And cannot resume its channeled melodies,
Because its power has become feeble.
Treasure that rests at the bottom of the ocean,
I implore you to give me restitution  for my agonizing song.
I cut off my loom that holds me in place,
And take up a passion hung over my shoulder.
Dream!  Dream me away into your canvas of the spirit,
And paint me into a new haven that shall burn me
Into blue skies that uphold the foundation of truthful winds.
I behold the clearing in your pasteurized words,
In favor of the sultry moon that breathes on the necks of man.
For I thirst for your blood, and I hunger for your salty wounds
To feed my mind and seduce my spongy soul,
In the hopes of becoming your umbrella.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[TL Boehm]

such an intriguing piece. Especially that first line. it just grabs me and I find myself pondering it.

[NattyPattyx3]

wow this is awesome!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Another incredible piece... owning up to your mistakes knowing it is your human aspect and realizing they are lessons that will help solidify your future.

[J.S. Pua]

nice..
i like this..
especially this part:

"Dream! Dream me away into your canvas of the spirit,
And paint me into a new haven that shall burn me
Into blue skies that uphold the foundation of truthful winds."

good job..

[Randolf Ramos]

We are mortals capable of wrongdoing. Our character may determine our esteem, if guilt is something on our inner voice, there must be something wrong with ourselves. The good thing is that we know that we are wrong and seek mercy to be polished, The path astray gives us calloused mind and soul but once we learn to accept our fault we would be able to learn to go on a way that is truly not hard to cross. it will pave way to our leap in our belief.

----------Keep it up! keep on writing.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is really impressive writing. It's somewhat surreal in its metaphors; floating off the paper like a Dali painting from its canvas, delightful to read over and over again, well done!