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Author: vampirefreak69
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Words: 322
Class/Type: Poetry /Venting
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This time; fear
Begging myself to wake
I stare at my dormant body
I sweat profusely
Heaven help me
God forbid
The walls are breathing
As the wallpaper crumbles
And turns to maggots
The flickering light bulb
My rising apprehensions
I fear not death
For it is too absolute
Abstraction and fragility; this is incoherent
I fear not my mortality
As I fall to pieces
My world; tilting, swaying
A beautiful painting
Smeared over with greasy oil
And fatty acid
A man in the corner
No. Yes. I don’t know
I become sporadically decapitated
As the room closes around me
The man whispers in the corner
Something of anguish and trigonometry
The unfairness of doubt
And my unborn child
God of light
The devil takes it
Though I still sleep
The coma has me
Mercy me, mercy me
Oh, my, my. Oh my, my…
And the man is upon me
He wears my head
Dream!! Dream!!
Apparition! And it is inexplicable
Screaming, I start drooling black
This man is me
And though I am alone
I will never leave my side
Black, red, maroon…
How many colors of blood are there?
The transgressions within
Boil in my rivers
Now the man is gone
This time; fear
This is only one conclusion
And I draw it
For jumping to it means risking the sanity I never had
I turn to the bed
Only the indentions
No body
My hands shoot for the neck
And choking ensues
And my body appears
Cold, there is a tingling
And I snap around to another bed
Another body
My fists clench
Never heard of it
Though they are watching
Choking; blood soaked
I’ve killed the first
Haphazard; I foam at the mouth
This is a seizure
As my mental securities arrest my suspicions
Mental prison
For now, the irrevocable: True
This time; fear
For the other is awake.

Submitted on 2008-01-16 23:22:06     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  such confusion and despair i feel here. there's light at the end, no matter how unseeming or ethereal it may be.

dark honesty.
| Posted on 2008-01-21 00:00:00 | by silent strings | [ Reply to This ]
  Holy [censored], this was amazing. This was original and made me think, I had to keep up with it, like a dog trying to keep pace with a car. It was fast paced and exhilarating, a whirlwind of fear and adrenaline and interesting turns of phrase. You kept your audience on their toes. Spiffy.

"I turn to the bed
Only the indentions
No body
That was my favorite part of the piece I think, the way that it sounds in my mind when I read it, the way that it is both paranoid and forlorn, and a window into the solitude of the speaker.
I also trully enjoyed the part where you were wondering about all the different colors of blood.

You seem so very creative, and great with imagery. I think you did masterfully well with this piece. Love it.

| Posted on 2008-01-18 00:00:00 | by blu_kittin | [ Reply to This ]

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