pungent.spew
By AniDayz
perching upon the brink of indiscretion
a new position
renders her.self unraveled in the crook of a thought
nestled within a heart.beat
speaking a language so profound
so synchronised
so recognised
inside the pupils of fear resounding
in echoific cracks of previous implications
posing
a question of no remorse
of no hindrance
filled with veracity and sanguine beauty
tussling with the prospect of
surrender
... ... ...
like i am standing in front of the mirror of cracked words and smiles
bleeding themselves upon the skin of itching discontentment unleashed
in tangible form upon the palms of my hands scratching through
the skyline of dreams and linear trajectory,
twhirling in the tunnel.wind of life's flow
in and out of the frame i stand in
day and each day
nite and each nite
shimmering even in the blackest hole ofblackblankness
baring bones of stories and interactions stinging the subconsciousness
of such interactions biting at the present moment underneath my fingernails
sewing holes inside the holes inside the fire of ubiquitos juxtapositions
of mymind
entangling it.self within it.self peeling layers of no.thing
building dreams of glitter and dust and
clay
taking on colours yet to be borne
unseen by even
me
who has held them all
harboured all these
.things.
these
colours
these dreams
this desire
this desire takes a tire
swing
ride right into the epic.center of it.self
and i am lost in the overwhelming colour.hue.scheme of (my) wings
.
in the absence of self.interrogation
who am i to impose a fierce innuendo
at the foot of the path my feet are
tangoeing
creating
in this journey before me,
i wish for ocean waves and green
to breach a sense
of ...something...
a sense of tangible contentment
recognition
validation
home...in this world
(the taste of vulnerability
.squirming.
the taste of letting go)...
who am i to say
that this
won't work
will fade
who am i to say
that it will
stay and flourish...
who am i to even wonder that.
who am i to turn my back.
can i stay and not walk away
from my.self
inside all of this
...
Comments on "pungent.spew"
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A former member wrote:
"even in the blackest hole ofblackblankness
baring bones of stories and interactions stinging the subconsciousness"...your alliterative spillover is so lush; the actual sounds rein.force the introverted self.in.spection of this piece.