No where to belong
trapped in an endless
chasm
of time
and in perpetual
thoughts
of truth
and existence
in the sole
clamor of the heart
I
reel.
Reeling into the
scar-less sky,
wind can peel back
my eyelids,
deftly.
I watch
what's stark
reality
with painful closeness.
Super intense
death
rush
fall.
I can't break the fall
I can't
breath
but the water's rising
falling right at my back
and falling beyond me.
Soaking without warmth.
The chill cuts
like silver Katanas
in the golden sky,
tinted with the pure metal.
Singed skin,
purple wound,
blue blood.
Cold as the sky
water so close,
but never enough.
In a moment
I'm fooled.
In a moment,
I am sated.
A long second
black satin on sharp nails
steel against threads
Ripping apart
what were the
threads of the world.
I unravel.
Like a crochet doll,
each stitch, crossed over
comes undone,
Colour Burst.
RED
BLUE
GREEN
YELLOW
PURPLE
WHITE
SILVER
GOLD
MAROON
OPAL
AMBER
BLACK.
Depth.
I cry.
I need more depth.
I'm going to fall soon
and crash into tiny baubles.
Little droplets
of crystal
in the shades of rain.
wash away the earth.
I crash away as I mourn
splinter
and spark,
Lit over the ground,
Burn in the anxiety
rise to the sea in a
fevered blur
to die out
is to
smolder.
Rain and fire.
Beings bred in
the world of the unseeing eye.
People of the undergrowth,
those of the tears,
bear in your heart
the truth cruel.
To sooth thy soul
is a crime.
Friday, May 28, 2010
thoughts in lonliness
Posted by Namrata Kale at 7:08 AM
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2 comments:
heyy this one reminds me of Amys song "Going Under" !!! great words!! a cold sweat drenched down my spine when i was reading it! good job namrata!
Arigato!! ^__^ Actually Amy is a big influence in my life for writing, especially my dark poetry. More often then not I find Amy says the things I wish I had. Quite the thing about songwriters that I cherish!
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