I shed my skin and with it
The silly little dreams
That occupy the hollows
Of my sinking cheeks,
The place where I once
Stored great ambitions.
I am starving for it now,
Empty of those sparkling,
Shooting star wishes
That used to nourish
My now crumbling soul.
It was all lies, wasn't it?
All a pathetic way
To get myself through
An unbearable winter
Into a violent spring.
I am stuck choking on
The over-inflected notes
Rattling the feet of a piano
So sourly out of tune
I'm not even sure what song
I should be playing now.
Maybe it's a dream.
.
Maybe I'm singing off key
To capture the cognitive dissonance
Webbing like silk between the stars,
You know the ones, with their green tails
And their mischievous twinkling eyes
That like to watch us suffer and bleed out below.
Whoever thought the stars were friends never
Bled beneath them because they are dogs,
Hunting for the next best agony to sink
Their pearlescent teeth into, to feast on,
And I am all too familiar with their hunger.
I have been feeding them for years with my grief,
Feeding them my fracturing dreams through
A drip-line of tears and blood and hollow screams,
Keening wails that echo over the graves of what I've lost.
And they gobble it up, swallow it whole, look for more,
Because they know how willing I am to bleed for them.
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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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Oh my stars! You are a stream of consciousness maestro! Absolutely seamless--as in not ONE ripple.
This line - just wow. Whoever thought the stars were friends never Bled beneath them because they are dogs, Hunting for the next best agony to sinkTheir pearlescent teeth into... You've got such talent.
This felt like a metaphor for the sacrifices and pain an author is willing to abide by in order for your story/ piece to have life! Not sure where my brain is at today, but that's where it went! 😅 Anyway, this was such a captivating poem!! I really enjoyed it! Great work SD!
Like I said in any form or format and your words cut to the core! So nightmarish and mesmerizing! Wonderful stream of consciousness piece, Silver!
There's a line that's been rattling around my head for months: "perhaps some dreams were born to die" and I feel this poem captures the feeling more perfectly than I ever could have. Resonant. I'll be thinking about this one for a while <3
The stars as ravenous hounds, hunting for fresh anguish? A marvelous, morbid metaphor!
I’m speechless. Or I would be, if I didn’t like to blab so much—this was an absolutely phenomenal piece. The way you describe lostness and desperation overtaking faith, the beautiful bliss of dreams finally dying and leaving you breathless and unsure where to turn, was so striking. It’s easy to hang onto hope until we realize it’s the only thing keeping us afloat, keeping us dreaming. It’s such a crushing feeling, but you expressed it so powerfully here. What a remarkable poem! Deserves Top Story for sure!