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The spell of nocturne in the strangled forest of thought
By aquiouss
These thoughts
These thoughts... consume me...
decorate me ...
Saturate my skin in pearls of sweat
as I sway uncomfortably in the dank theater of my skull
These thoughts cover me ...
like blankets of shame, useless and full of holes and mites
as I struggle all night though terrible irritated sleeplessness
These thoughts...
elevate me, present me to brilliant winged monsters,
light spilling through their deep set orbs, like nighttime carnivals in
an oasis
These thoughts...
present me with victory marches through wormy rabbit holes
These thoughts. ..
Bite me with their snarling gnarled jowls..
those rabid curled-up, tar-black lips,
that tear me asunder under moons of hopelessness...
....and their mortuary cold steel eyes stare headlong into my grey nowhere
soul,
as I stitch my wounds together through the vicious sunlit day
These thoughts
embrace me, completely... like I'm the only warmth left in this mad collapsing
void
And these thoughts....without a smile, nor word,
nor touch
abandon me...
like illegitimate step children
like sex crimes on the highway
like forgotten upturned bikes amidst a mess of cries
like a mother's final warning
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Copyright 2016 aquiouss
Published on Friday, June 10, 2016.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Sunday, June 12, 2016, Queazenart
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wrote:
Excellent presentation and description. I was especially taken by the "snarling gnarled jowls" bit; it implies that those thoughts have been there for a long time. Also your final stanza wraps it all up so neatly and in such a beautiful way. This is a damn good poem.
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On Saturday, June 11, 2016, aquiouss
(22) wrote:
Thanks Ben
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A former member wrote:
This is just absolutely greqt work in my opinion. Maybe because I can relate to this piece of work so well. I absolutely love it. I would love to collaborate with the poet who wrote this.
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