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Shadowed Moments In The Darkness
“The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.”
—Andre Gide
I try to understand
the shifting moments of insanity
that drift between waking and sleep
daylights final gaze
chases light into the darkest
reaches
fragmented pieces of me
dip the nib into the inkwell
of humanity
scratch the thoughts
onto crumbling pages
a fleck of light within the dark
a sound in the silence
a gasp
a curve flashes
glimpses of desire
of breath held plunging into
soft
into wet
into the suffered longing
of collapsed willpower
nails rake flesh
a mind breaks into death
followed by a reemergence of tangents
circles and hard lines
intersecting
tearing apart
when you can no longer hold onto
the crash
the shuddered sighs of taut muscles
released from a crushing tension
when the blood pounds
a booming sound of pressure
lesson learnt
of skin and decadence
it flips
to pain
bones cracking
fists and feet
the feel of teeth beneath
my knuckles
the feel of ribs under foot
scars turned mementos
lessons scribed beneath the layers
of veneered smiles
clawing
behind the insanity of the day to day
we pay for the sins of our parents
in the flesh
speak gently into the night
about pain
emotional trauma
physical wounds
trying to explain away the difference
when inside it hurts the same
A skipping rope
boxing gloves
a soccer ball
a book about bugs
the white flash
as happiness arrives on skipping feet
of conquering challenges
that were insurmountable
watching the forge flames
the anvil of humanity
hammered out into a semblance of shape
hands smaller than mine
held with the tenderness
that fragility demands
until it grows
limits can be tested
self worth can be imagined
sought and strived for
in accomplishments over the difficulties
of life
lessons learned of potential
where it may lead
So, I write
try and piece together
the jigsaw puzzles of thought
if I think therefore I am
what exactly am I...
—Andre Gide
I try to understand
the shifting moments of insanity
that drift between waking and sleep
daylights final gaze
chases light into the darkest
reaches
fragmented pieces of me
dip the nib into the inkwell
of humanity
scratch the thoughts
onto crumbling pages
a fleck of light within the dark
a sound in the silence
a gasp
a curve flashes
glimpses of desire
of breath held plunging into
soft
into wet
into the suffered longing
of collapsed willpower
nails rake flesh
a mind breaks into death
followed by a reemergence of tangents
circles and hard lines
intersecting
tearing apart
when you can no longer hold onto
the crash
the shuddered sighs of taut muscles
released from a crushing tension
when the blood pounds
a booming sound of pressure
lesson learnt
of skin and decadence
it flips
to pain
bones cracking
fists and feet
the feel of teeth beneath
my knuckles
the feel of ribs under foot
scars turned mementos
lessons scribed beneath the layers
of veneered smiles
clawing
behind the insanity of the day to day
we pay for the sins of our parents
in the flesh
speak gently into the night
about pain
emotional trauma
physical wounds
trying to explain away the difference
when inside it hurts the same
A skipping rope
boxing gloves
a soccer ball
a book about bugs
the white flash
as happiness arrives on skipping feet
of conquering challenges
that were insurmountable
watching the forge flames
the anvil of humanity
hammered out into a semblance of shape
hands smaller than mine
held with the tenderness
that fragility demands
until it grows
limits can be tested
self worth can be imagined
sought and strived for
in accomplishments over the difficulties
of life
lessons learned of potential
where it may lead
So, I write
try and piece together
the jigsaw puzzles of thought
if I think therefore I am
what exactly am I...
Published 7th Jun 2022
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7th Jun 2022 3:44am
I try to minimize my use of too many adjectives, but this write deserves several good ones. What a great write, and my reward to read it.
9th Jun 2022 8:33pm
Your adjective suppression levels were operating at 11,000, appreciate the brevity and the appreciation,
Always good when a writer you respect stops by and drops a comment that’s affirming.
Always good when a writer you respect stops by and drops a comment that’s affirming.
7th Jun 2022 3:59am
good evening dearest poet you have experience so much
you couldn't write like this if your haven't
let the world go blithely by and get your rewards where you can
hush now they are sleeping but worry not some of us are awake...
outstanding write...
you couldn't write like this if your haven't
let the world go blithely by and get your rewards where you can
hush now they are sleeping but worry not some of us are awake...
outstanding write...
9th Jun 2022 8:34pm
I’m glad you’re awake Crim, and that you enjoyed this piece enough to comment
As to rewards, you guys commenting, is reward enough for me
Thankyou
As to rewards, you guys commenting, is reward enough for me
Thankyou
Well, I got a bunch of adjectives... ;)
(Thanks, Styx!)
I very well might live too much in my head and question more than I should, which has recently been feeding into these feelings of intimidation I seem to have coursing, when trying to reply to a poem like this. (which is wholly new for me)
One that beautifully exists in my emotional and creative mind-scape as an example of how it ought to be. How you "know it when you see it" ... and I have, just now. (honestly-probably many times now, when I think about the enormous emotional impact your other poems have had on me.)
I know how to recognize fearlessness and I can say I believe I know what fearlessness does when accentuating a writing ability. Yet, I'd be totally wrong, because this— these feelings, are something totally new. Something breathtakingly enigmatic that tears a reader apart at the very seams. Eviscerating completely with raw openness, butchering at assumptions thought to be understood and leaving readers bursting, so so vividly exposed; gloriously contemplating. Marveling at our own guts spewing forth even as we're expertly stitched back together with profound surgical precision, ending up wonderfully marked and perfectly scarred.
For myself, reading your work feels like finding something that's been generationally lost, or the culmination of something that seemed so impossible to me. I knew I was looking for something like it, just never expected that I would stumble upon it and remain silent....
That's I suppose, where my intimidation vexes, churning away at continued thoughts of being lame or unfit to properly voice myself as to why I'm affected as I am. It just feels important to me to try and express my thoughts in a way that gets it right.... Sorta silly I guess...yet deeply honest.
-Ok, end rant-
Your work is singular and transformative.
I've been bowled over and self imposed sidelined into speechlessness by it's wallop of significance... Thanks for that. I now realize I desperately needed to be shaken up, exactly how you've stirred.
🌹 B
(Thanks, Styx!)
I very well might live too much in my head and question more than I should, which has recently been feeding into these feelings of intimidation I seem to have coursing, when trying to reply to a poem like this. (which is wholly new for me)
One that beautifully exists in my emotional and creative mind-scape as an example of how it ought to be. How you "know it when you see it" ... and I have, just now. (honestly-probably many times now, when I think about the enormous emotional impact your other poems have had on me.)
I know how to recognize fearlessness and I can say I believe I know what fearlessness does when accentuating a writing ability. Yet, I'd be totally wrong, because this— these feelings, are something totally new. Something breathtakingly enigmatic that tears a reader apart at the very seams. Eviscerating completely with raw openness, butchering at assumptions thought to be understood and leaving readers bursting, so so vividly exposed; gloriously contemplating. Marveling at our own guts spewing forth even as we're expertly stitched back together with profound surgical precision, ending up wonderfully marked and perfectly scarred.
For myself, reading your work feels like finding something that's been generationally lost, or the culmination of something that seemed so impossible to me. I knew I was looking for something like it, just never expected that I would stumble upon it and remain silent....
That's I suppose, where my intimidation vexes, churning away at continued thoughts of being lame or unfit to properly voice myself as to why I'm affected as I am. It just feels important to me to try and express my thoughts in a way that gets it right.... Sorta silly I guess...yet deeply honest.
-Ok, end rant-
Your work is singular and transformative.
I've been bowled over and self imposed sidelined into speechlessness by it's wallop of significance... Thanks for that. I now realize I desperately needed to be shaken up, exactly how you've stirred.
🌹 B
9th Jun 2022 8:38pm
Stop I’m blushing, thankyou Blue, I appreciate the stop by and this spill of trying to express a moment.
You’re a gem
You’re a gem
