Staring down the smooth metal,
The open mouth of a nightmare
That I'm used to slipping my tongue
Inside to taste the smoke of this sin,
The permanence of foolishness
Stares into the voided loneliness
That was once a warm, robust soul.
.
I'm two steps too far into the dream
For skeleton fingers to pull me down.
I'm too hungry to starve on these
Watered-down, thinned-out feelings.
I'll take the wobbling holographic dinner
Over the bleeding gums of my dreams,
The gun crying for me, any day.
.
The weapon weeps and I stand firm,
Stuck between the noose of branches
Coiling around my neck in pursuit
Of painting me in pretty purples and blues
And realizing their own little dream.
They want to turn me into muddy pieces
So I'll wash away down the river easily.
.
I am twenty-six years too early for my debt
To be ripped from my flesh and thrown
Into the pit of all my accumulated misbeliefs.
And yet, I can taste the pleasure of the shadows
On the bowl of my tongue like rotten fruit
Because the shadows have finally come to life.
And now the metal warps as they dance.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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I have never understood poetry. It's not you, it's me. I know that's a saying which carries bad connotations, but none are intended in this case. It really is just me. If I understood poetry, I'd say this was one of the best I've read. At least it wasn't boring. Most of it to me is boring. This captured me, but then as all poetry does, it lost me. Still, I envy your ability to write it because honestly, I feel all kinds of emotions that I cannot express to my heart's content. The closest I've come is storytelling but it falls short of the riches and depth of emotion and imagination I possess mostly subconsciously because my imagination is less visual and more emotional. I feel what I want to feel even by looking at a picture, hearing a song, recalling a dream, I feel connections with people who are purely, or mostly imagination. I regret that it's not more visual. If I could put it into poetry, I'd do that. Especially with my darkness, like you have done here. Maybe it's only supposed to make sense to the writer and leave the reader with a sense of mystery and something to ponder?
I feel like you ensnared us all in "The open mouth of a nightmare" with this one! Claustrophobic and haunting! Excellent work, Silver!
I'm not sure of the sense of this but I'm not sure that matters. It's dark, conflicted, unstable. I feel like I've been led into a dark labyrinth.
Oh wow, this was so intense, as always! Loved it so much!
Graphic. And from what I can tell, it needs to be. Surreal and a myriad of interpretations here. Thank you for sharing your creativity!
This poem has a marvelous, contrapuntal quality, e.g. "I'm too hungry to starve," which keeps the reader moving hither and thither, not firmly seated--it is a tantalizing, wobbly, holographic dinner in itself, in fact!
Thanks so much
Quite the visual journey. And yes, very surreal. I really enjoyed this line: they want to turn me into muddy pieces, so I’ll wash away down the river easily 😮🤩
Excellent work, once again. The first 4 lines stopped me in my tracks. Well done,