last night i dreamt of spilt bourbon
angry hands swept a see through sea of glass
from a table fallen out of favour perhaps
fallen out of something
last night i dreamt of paper cuts
a mutant tableau
of purulent, ruptured skin
broken both the inside and out
last night i dreamt of a great vast blackness
a soul swallowing darkness
devoid of all light
still as a dead heart
last night i dreamt of dirty needles
all too strange and familiar, near and distant
long gone sub conscious longings
and to wake, dry of mouth and of mind
last night i dreamt of broken windows
slivers of life randomly reflected
slices of surreal and of now
slices of when and of how
last night i dreamt of an empty tiger cage
all that he left was his spoor
i awoke disheartened
but with a familiar tune in my head
Richard Clapton - Goodbye Tiger
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
I'm writing it out not acting in doubt!
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Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
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Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (23)
Brilliant!! Missed this one. Phenomenal job Brenton, you have found away of really getting under the skin. Don’t know of this song but enjoyed! 😁 Wanted to see what your Ebook is about but Google sent me here. I’m not very tech savvy lol!
interesting.
Great visuals.
As usual, you stun and amaze me. I've tried to be a bit more loose and free and abstract, while still trying to retain meaning in some of my pieces, but you are just brilliant at it. Congrats on a fine Top Story with so many layers and meaning!
Congrats on getting Top Story!
Great story and congrats! ❤️
Teetering on the abyss and having only glimpses of its closeness - that's what I get from this. Great poem and well deserved TS!
This was like a fever dream and it was very poignant and powerful! Congratulations on your Top Story!
Superbly written!!
Excellent and truly empowering
congratulations on top story status.
Real depth and a definite dreamlike quality. Congratulations!
This reads like a dream. Excellent. Congrats on the TS.
Back to say....Congrats Brenton. Your writing deserves to be here
Congrats, Brenton! Well deserved! 🍻
Congratulations on your Top Story♥️💯🎉📝👍😉
This FEELS like a chaotic, stressful dream.
Wowowowow. My favorite of yours to date. (I had to nominate this for TS, it’s so good!) The breathless pace, like how a nightmare works. I am seeing themes of addiction, loneliness, brokenness, despair, feeling trapped, and so much more. So much happening, and you capture it all so well. And I learned a new word, spoor!
Beautiful & surreal!!! Fabulously written!!! Loved ir!!!💕❤️❤️
Talk about addiction Yet too become addicted Means to get lost to the point of it no longer being self-affliction It's just wanting to feel something good Then it becomes to no longer wanting to feel the bad No longer wanting to feel the pain Yet, the pain won't subside no matter how good we feel It's like wanting to be way less sad Even if You're not any happier To drown sorrows Means to drown ourselves Yet, we're so focused on running away from the feelings That we put ourselves in a constant state of fear Not realizing that the feelings are temporary That they'll come to past Yet, trying to live in that State of wallow Is all to depressing But too much is too stressing To stay in that pit To stay in despair Isn't the life to live It's not one of care It's a hollow dream That'll rip at the seams It's a hollow nightmare That once we awake The light of day that breaks Will shift the warmth back into our direction Make no mistake
Very surreal poem! Great work!
Love the title so much. Such a dream. Internal journeys to your subconscious longings, maybe
Some heavy thinking there. I hope you're okay. Gotta love a bit of Richard Clapton.