the edge of slumber
By whisperer
interlaced cobwebs of sticky precision engineering
it decorates my sarcophygous bedroom corner posts
two spiders and a scorpion dance in an out of the fire
induced by electralysous
a coffin or three lay outside my door
each one containing a little part of me
dead
obviously
lead butterflies and silk screen rose petals fly drunkenly through the
air
i swat at them to pass the time
and all this while my pen bleeds a little more
the wall is up again
a mile high
an inch thick
more than enough
but have you been seeing things lately?
the Newgate has been opened i fear
and not entirely an accident
my thoughts depreciate by the minute
my hand grows tighter around this pen as it bleeds to show those who see
it's fragile scratches that the glass is thicker than it looks
and holds less in me than i know
she held my hand
i love her
"it differs slightly i think"
and in the great mess
i still know where everything is
where it lies
and why
it doesn't help me at all
bathing in the light for a while till it burns itself out leaving me washed
in glorious darkness
well that did nothing for me
staring at my belt buckle, waiting for the bone worked metal hands to move
and choke the dream out of me
"surreality feels more real than the waking world"
and when i sleep, i find that i do not want to wake up
indeffinately
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Comments on "the edge of slumber"
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A former member wrote:
beautiful, simply beautiful
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A former member wrote:
"lead butterflies and silk screen rose petals fly drunkenly through the air
i swat at them to pass the time and all this while my pen bleeds a little more"- this, like all your writing, is rather crypic, yet seamless..
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A former member wrote:
and i'd rather just sit here and marvel at this, rather than know the meaning. wonderful write. ~bethany
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A former member wrote:
I adore how you make the void and empty of emotion, distance yourself from it to bend it and make it complete..as one circle.. a million words summed in so few..there's finality in your words, if that makes sense.
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A former member wrote:
You are increasingly complex..and I love watching you watch..patiently evolving.. though I know you grow weary, love.. and I just wish for you, all was not so painful.
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A former member wrote:
"lead butterflies and silk screen rose petals fly/drunkenly through the air/i swat at them to pass the time/and all this while my pen bleeds a little more".. you weave me with your words.
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A former member wrote:
"the glass is thicker than it looks/and holds less in me than I know" Damn...the images you've painted here will dance behind my eyelids everytime I blink. Wonderful piece...*Evangel*
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On Saturday, February 4, 2006, Hello Dead Kitty
(29) wrote:
love the way the words ebb and flow, great styling, too..A+