More drivel from the mind's eye

[peelingchrome]

How to Shine when OPAQUE

What can stop this trash-can dreaming

Fear

Hate

Love

Hope

What can keep my soul from bleeding

Honor

Courage

vile

scald

Is it many masks for one face or

many faces for one mask

Truth

beauty

Health

heart

A crystal with too many facets is just rough

caution

yield

iridescence

aquiescence

Does it never end

Dancing, twisting, turning fool

How foolish is the fool

really?

It depends on how zealous the gemcutter is

was

could be

[e-jewell]

I love poems like this, I can almost hear a chorus of hollow voices repeating the one-word lines after the initial one.

As for criticism, since I enjoyed the poem from the beginning in the sort of creepy vein, seeing 'really' ruined that spell for me. I don't know if anybody else had the same sort of gist, but it's what I was enjoying, and that proved a buzzkill for me. Then again, I'm one person of many readers.

[stoopidheavy]

Fish flopping in water dont care i got a shotgun and it wants to listen. Find me a barrel we're gonna have a real nice talk. Get comfortable. Say something degrading, if that helps, you think im wilting but i see your cracks spreading wide. See i got this needle and ive been waiting to try it out if only i could follow direction. Your not a junkie but i think youll do you smile too much to not need the help im offering. I could get inside your mind and let loose my blood toxins reincarnation for the poor in spirit choose me as your god you will be amazed this unholy thing turns your legs to jelly and your hearts to stone spread yourself wide lick at your own filth prepare to abort friends and family join the cult of your own stupidity you are truely welcome:) But whats this? I scream till all i see is blood; then recoil in shock. Who would dare to treat me kindly! Haven't i done enough to assure my privacy in persecution? Why arent you shocked? What are you looking at? I tremble in fear not understanding this is not the pity or revulsion i am used to encountering. NO! You cannot possibly understand what ive been through i am not a man i am a monster! I the sick little lump heaving in a corner lashing out at the helping hands. I feel no pain not because i hold some key to overcoming but because pain is a gift i have not earned. I exist to know what i am not i am not real. I wont let you love me. But through all this you return my rants with silence my silence those eyes wont let me go and i surrender. its not real its not real its not real but i do feel hands moving like a cool breeze they close my eyes and take my pain and know all my darkest yet there is no spark of judgement only a infinite world of gentle noise its not real its not real its not real kill me happy kill me quick i cant dream much longer

[Homicidalheathen]

I disagree with the crystals part. I think a soul is like a gem being refined when it comes here...to be cut into a fauceted crystal...the more corners the brighter it shines.

But excellent work non the less...bravo

[stoopidheavy]

A game for you. I lean, you fall away. I shrivel, you open up. It cant be what your thinking but noone would know and whos fault is that? Youre happy; dark clouds gathering in your head. Don't ask me, I wont tell you nothing. The look on my face comes across in disjointed sentences. It reads like a book for bipolar inmates, all upside down entertainment. Confused, where are you going? Life is passing and you have nothing of your own. Needle in a corn field, the searchers trample you screaming your name but your voice lies dormant. You'll know when to call out but night is falling and you begin to wonder if they've given up the search. It seems a croosroads has been erected in this meteor palace in the clouds, lemurs rushing to fullfilment. Are you regretting this allready? Dont tell me you tried, your eyes tell lies and your mistrust holds me captive. But i will not be a prisoner, in this traitorous war! I will not die a martyr! I do not love life but i will live it, with or without you, angry or no. I will travel this realm seeking out others unlike me and i will bludgeon the truth from their sweet mouths. If the past is the past then i have no guilt. My only regret at the moment is meeting you. For sucking the soul of me and giving nothing in return. There is no consequence to you. My thoughts are only of teaching misery in companionship, a reflection of you, my happy halo of nothing. An inspiration to despair, but secretly you know this and you know it can change but youve been so long in your tunnel the light at the end can only promise pain and those eyes i love only open wide when its black. Who will you be? Your parents would spout love while looking for fear. I hurt you now love me. Can't you see whats happening here?! I have no black hole to heal the hurt. The fragment bounces in my insides and my stomach grows lead heavy. Heat all over to turn my power inside out my only wish to end the pain. God cant help you. For now the only god you know is those in power of your skin and the scar tissue cant hold much longer. Funny how the answer to pain inflicted is to increase your punishment. Violate yourself, scream at the shell in the mirror. As if somehow only your ghost could ever be entrusted with your rage, anyone else would misunderstand:this is sacred. Blood drips, skin sizles away, I FEEL! I FEEL.....shock pokes its head in to frown and say nothing. Its quiet after, no thoughts, the orgasm of dying again leaves you breathless. Surrounded by friends, none of them real so they know not to speak. Now filter a happy thought or two: A girl catches sight of you. Her joy is unequaled as she runs to be in your arms to taste your lips just to smell your scent and feel safe her trust is an aphrodisiac that reaches beyond simple lust you consciously savour this moment knowing it will always stay sharp in your mind and you wonder why you cant feel the same something wrong with her a severely one sided attraction and soon it melts to nothing.....an argument with your crush you both feel each others need but she is ashamed of you giving her love in private enter someone she knows and everything changes you are a worm and they play with you mercilessly cutting off segments of your ego till you grovel the way you should finally from a moment of clarity an ultimatum emerges she cries oh how she cries she says its all in my mind how many ways can she say she loves me but i am just now thinking clearly i treat her now the way she deserves no pity for conjured tears this love was glass floating on cold water staggered it breaks every so often i will not cling to the last piece say you love me that one last time just so i can remember you that way broken confused it is the true you ugly now Edited May 1, 2009 by stoopidheavy