the spirit sings
By whisperer
watch as the fog comes rolling in
through the cracks as it begins a lullaby of vagrant comfort and pleasureless
sin
dirt and stone built this soul a home alone
wasted
an imperfect walk around the lines
circles forsaken
i'd like to see your god help me now
the frame is empty
devoid and hollow
listening to the four tell me
"i'm no the one who's so far away"
but i can feel the snakebite when i fade away
i walked from the light in the dream
where i was standing over you
now your'e telling me it's all twisted
like voodoo to you
faces without eyes haunt my steps as i stalk the fallen angels
having spoken with forever i can die inside a breath
will you touch my lips and taste my death
i'm flying on the wings of a broken dream
backed by the throb of dead life strings
just another faint whisper that may never be truee
it's one thing i don't think you're really listening to
the spirit sings
this silence should have died with you
Comments on "the spirit sings"
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On Monday, November 13, 2017, Just Dave
(448) wrote:
Very visual and nicely done. I don't do well writing a visual poem. JD
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A former member wrote:
the thing with this write is that it's so well-written.beautifully bound like a rare hardcover novel.it's so easy to delve into. but then it's like you somehow turned up the power in this. this subtely grew in my mind until i was all but overwhelmed..
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A former member wrote:
and the fact that all your writes are true..i almost wish i didn't read this, to know that it happens..the ache, the pain, the hauntings..i just wish i could stop any pain you must feel. *sigh* this is exquisite, however. mesmerizing.
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A former member wrote:
My muse, you have blessed me with an infinite maelstrom of words.. memories.. tears.. and your whispers will not go unheard, and you never forgotten.. I won't let it be. If I give you one thing, it will be that.
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A former member wrote:
I can't even begin to tell you what an impression this leaves..deafening. your words seem to shatter within their own presence..
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A former member wrote:
It's always seemed wretched to me.. finding inspiration/beauty crouching, cradled in something so obviously decrepit..but I can't help myself.. and for that, I hope you will forgive me..because this isn't just something or someone.. it's you.
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A former member wrote:
Your poetry has always been a sanctuary in rose-coloured glass, fallen.. for me to run and hide inside..the symphony of bleeding ears..and I know beneath that pile of too many shattered hearts.. lies more than one stone..
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A former member wrote:
I know you know I wish I could peice this back together.. piece you back together.. I haven't yet found a way.. but no matter how my hands bleed.. I'll keep trying.. not only because I love you..
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A former member wrote:
..but because I feel I should try to give you back what you have given to me.. be it just one fragment.. one sliver.. and I do hope you understand it is not in vain. I think you do...
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A former member wrote:
It's just.. I'd like to say I've never forget how beautiful you are to me.. and I know for certain I never will. .. I apologize if this long and drawn out.. and probably more words than you've written..but.. it needed to be said..
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On Friday, April 28, 2006, Rafe
(12) wrote:
I ask you, Muse, to Whisperer in my ear, how is such grand beauty possible? -Rafe
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On Friday, April 28, 2006, GothicBlack
(186) wrote:
oh! i like this one. Such imagination and descriptions. Its amazing. I could almost hear the silence. ~gothic~
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A former member wrote:
I would like to know what you were thinking of, sorry if I geeked on this,
gina
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On Friday, April 28, 2006, Dissolving Poet
(560) wrote:
I don't know what to say....My words wouldn't be able to express such beauty