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Conception of a black hole
We, delicate products, like waterlogged pages
where faded words still clutch tight an empty stomach
flashing us their wing-clipped pages
we always find we crave the pages
Uncertainty carries off its weight in flesh
and buries its fangs even into resemblance
as paranoia breeds a thrill in pain; in memory
in fabrication, adrenaline building a pin-drop addiction
branding every silent gist to memory -
we relish and curse our memory
where faded words still clutch tight an empty stomach
flashing us their wing-clipped pages
we always find we crave the pages
Uncertainty carries off its weight in flesh
and buries its fangs even into resemblance
as paranoia breeds a thrill in pain; in memory
in fabrication, adrenaline building a pin-drop addiction
branding every silent gist to memory -
we relish and curse our memory
Published 13th Jun 2011
| Edited 29th Jul 2011
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Anonymous
13th Jun 2011 3:21pm
The abstract lyricism of this poem is excellent. One of your best. A short, sharp peek into a strange and beautiful psychological landscape. The lines in italics at the end of the first and last verse are inspired, reading them is like hearing a heart beat or an echo.
Thank you, Jack, I am so pleased you think so. I'm grateful for your thoughtful review, as always. :)
13th Jun 2011 11:54pm
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11th Aug 2011 11:01pm
"pin-drop addiction" what a great term!
"... we always find we crave the pages"
an epitaph for many of us; love as such...
(on my reading list)
"... we always find we crave the pages"
an epitaph for many of us; love as such...
(on my reading list)
12th Aug 2011 2:50am
Too kind, Ray, thank you; I really didn't have much faith anyone would get that term. :)
15th Mar 2012 10:10am
"We, delicate products, like waterlogged pages
where faded words still clutch tight an empty stomach"
Words that speak to my soul. I would have liked to have read more but the dissatisfaction of not getting what I want allows me to contemplate what isn't written, leaving much to introspection and imagination.
A wonderful write.
where faded words still clutch tight an empty stomach"
Words that speak to my soul. I would have liked to have read more but the dissatisfaction of not getting what I want allows me to contemplate what isn't written, leaving much to introspection and imagination.
A wonderful write.
15th Mar 2012 10:26am
