Oh My Frankenstein

Oh My Frankenstein

A Poem by unsavable_soul
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One must be careful where they look for that which they think defines their personal metaphoric galvanism...

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What question might you inquire of the dead?
Could deeper meaning be found in picking apart their head?
Perhaps such ideas are best not fed...

Should the deceased ever speak?
If so would the words be damned to rot and reek?
Perhaps such thoughts should die no matter how unique...

Would you dig them up, if in the dead of night they rang their fictional bell?
Or would fear take hold and terror rise like the oceans swell?
Perhaps such hopes, as you'd save me are better off with myself here in hell...

Could you forgive your now long past lover who'd sinned?
Should you hold them since dust fairs not well against the wind?
Perhaps we should avoid such potential for moments of chagrin...

I can't tell you why you came to the dead for answers...
They view your questions merely as entertaining big top prancers and stumbling dancers...
Their's is hunger, their's is coming up from under and most importantly their's is a world asunder...
Riddled with cancers...

Reaching for the dead, 
the dead reach back...

© 2013 unsavable_soul


Author's Note

unsavable_soul
I was listening to a song and this is what came to me. If anyone is interested in what song for context please feel free to ask. I try not to promote my influences, I'm not putting it up front. Thoughts on this piece please?

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this is deep I felt this alot. I don't know for sure what it means but it reminds me how I feel sometimes T_T
No one can reach me I'm dead and why do they try? I have nothing to give.
great poem!
< 3

Posted 11 Years Ago


unsavable_soul

11 Years Ago

Thanks Jess,
You grasp another intended angle of this piece, I have dealt with many situations.. read more
Jessica Gillitzer

11 Years Ago

doin' my part and lovin' it. =o)
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Reaching for the dead,
the dead reach back...

Chilling last lines! This makes me think about people who cannot let go when someone has died - they cling so desperately to the soul that is gone that they are themselves no longer part of the Living world. A thought-provoking, well written piece!

Posted 11 Years Ago


unsavable_soul

11 Years Ago

Thank you Rita,
You grasp this well, though often I veil more then one theme to a piece. Perha.. read more
What question might you inquire of the dead?
Could deeper meaning be found in picking apart their head?
Perhaps such ideas are best not fed...

i loved the beggining of the piece the general theme is good , i think you shouldn't try so hard on the rhyme scheme thought just let it flow . if you force the rhyme scheme it feels synthetic not natural . overall this was a great poetry thought it left me with a thought to ponder :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


unsavable_soul

11 Years Ago

Good points,
There is some good food for thought on the rhyme scheme I may need to tweak it. W.. read more
Rather entertaining! I enjoyed this piece probably a little too much for my liking, but definitelyworth it. I like the imagery that is created in this, but how it is still individual based. What I see, will not be what another sees. I've seen many times where a piece sets a very strong image and then others where it is so vague, you get nothing. With this, it's almost as if being slightly guided with a rope. Excellent work.

Posted 11 Years Ago


unsavable_soul

11 Years Ago

Thank you much BabyGauges,
You bring much to a community such as this, insight, support, and f.. read more
Mande ThaBoss BabyGauges

11 Years Ago

It is my pleasure
We seem to hold onto the familiar 'husk' or 'shell' as if we believe that in doing so we can bind the soul of our beloveds to us. The one most often asked question we ask the dead "Why did you leave us?...Why did you leave me?"...the simple answer is..."It is time...I've given you all I have to give and I've learned all I came to learn in this time and so I move on to the next and as I move, I carry the memory of you and your love--it is part of my soul now"

Posted 11 Years Ago


unsavable_soul

11 Years Ago

i am very thankful to think you have found something in my works as I have already in everyone of yo.. read more
"Would you dig them up, if in the dead of night they rang their fictional bell?"
Love this subtle reference of old folk lore.

I really like this piece. I will be honest and say that I struggle to find the meaning behind it even thought I feel like it is starring me in the face.

I do enjoy the questions you propose though. They are thought provoking to say the least.

The one thing I take from this is a representation of the dead as things or possibly people from our past. Could you forgive them? Would you talk to them? And if you did, would care what they had to say?

I love the open-endedness of this. Everyone takes their own piece of it as their own.

Posted 11 Years Ago


unsavable_soul

11 Years Ago

This piece in particular is meant to be interpreted by it's reader. For me in writing it, which is n.. read more
I like it. Very good questions that surround the idea of what happens after you die. I like how you address the thoughts after death, and the emphasis on should we know what happens or if that's something that only the dead should be able to see. And looking at the negative side affects that could happen if one were to go looking for answers they might not want to know.
The rhyme scheme adds to the entertainment value, too.
Good job!
-Harrisen

Posted 11 Years Ago


unsavable_soul

11 Years Ago

Ah, ever insightful Harrisen.
I am happy this gave you some enjoyment, I greatly enjoyed writi.. read more
Harrisen Viator

11 Years Ago

Yeah, you did a great job with this. And of course I always want to give the best review that I can .. read more
Very nicely written.

Posted 11 Years Ago


unsavable_soul

11 Years Ago

Thanks, I'm glad you think so.
Chris

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Added on April 17, 2013
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Tags: poetry, Frankenstien, death, metaphor

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unsavable_soul

Gotham City, FL



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I like to play, I like to say. Many things and many ways, for I have many days. I do not ask, I do not tell. I most certainly do not waste money down the wishing well. I theorize and I terro.. more..

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