Agitated ink

Agitated ink

A Poem by SilentVerses
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My chassis is being filled with a terror, I can taste it in my bile, it's tearing through my core and choking me with soil.

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Listen:
can you hear?
Such pitiful screeches.
My harpies have been locked away,
yet hear them beg for escape.
I won't allow them a feast,
not tonight.
The moon is pregnant,
my harpies are in terror,
debating over when bloodied birth
will pour from darkened illumination.
If I feed the key,
into abandoned hole,
that fear will become me.
I don't want that,
because it itches.
It burns upon my
diaphanous exterior.
Scratching at the seams,
the thread keeps catching on my thorns.
Every pull brings serenity
down as a veil.
(I'm a bride to relief.)
There's agitation in my marrow,
no detectable meat;
just commotion,
filling me with sickness.
Burning acid that chokes,
forcing asphyxiation.
Off me hatred!
It's obsessing upon my membranes.
But I want it gone.
Turn blind eye to turmoil
it bangs behind my lids;
painting me with crimson ink.
Creating doors to slam
I vomit the harpies.
They harassed their way through
my steeled interior.
Upon the floor they appear
coated in honey;
syrupy flood, they lap at themselves.
I turn in disgust and,
see cracks
running through walls.
Deterioration licks a trail
through my retinas.
Aroma of decomposition.
Gaze down,
a hole of confusion,
where beating self should be.
My harpies snicker,
gorging themselves
on bulging mass of gore.
The key shredded hope
and feathers.
Now I drift below the murky depths
of a forgetful lake
and sink into paranoia's indifference.

© 2011 SilentVerses


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My Dear Writing Friend,
A read of a different type than I would normal prefer, as it is macabre and grotesque. With that said this Gothic in style write is well written with word brush strokes that remind me of something from Edger Allan Poe would have wrote. I posted two word definitions as I thought some might not be well acquainted with their meaning.

Blessings, Laughing-Bear

harpy |ˈhärpē|
noun ( pl. -pies) Greek and Roman Mythology
a rapacious monster described as having a woman's head and body and a bird's wings and claws or depicted as a bird of prey with a woman's face.
• a grasping, unscrupulous woman.
ORIGIN late Middle English : from Latin harpyia, from Greek harpuiai ‘snatchers.’

diaphanous |dīˈafənəs|
adjective
(esp. of fabric) light, delicate, and translucent : a diaphanous dress of pale gold.
ORIGIN early 17th cent.: from medieval Latin diaphanus, from Greek diaphanēs, from dia ‘through’ + phainein ‘to show.’


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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My Dear Writing Friend,
A read of a different type than I would normal prefer, as it is macabre and grotesque. With that said this Gothic in style write is well written with word brush strokes that remind me of something from Edger Allan Poe would have wrote. I posted two word definitions as I thought some might not be well acquainted with their meaning.

Blessings, Laughing-Bear

harpy |ˈhärpē|
noun ( pl. -pies) Greek and Roman Mythology
a rapacious monster described as having a woman's head and body and a bird's wings and claws or depicted as a bird of prey with a woman's face.
• a grasping, unscrupulous woman.
ORIGIN late Middle English : from Latin harpyia, from Greek harpuiai ‘snatchers.’

diaphanous |dīˈafənəs|
adjective
(esp. of fabric) light, delicate, and translucent : a diaphanous dress of pale gold.
ORIGIN early 17th cent.: from medieval Latin diaphanus, from Greek diaphanēs, from dia ‘through’ + phainein ‘to show.’


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh my goodness, SilentVerses!! I am smitten with your magical weaving of words inside the bleeding of your ink which pierces my mind and shatters my soul into a thousand pieces. The darkness within your inspiration is overwhelming, yet light erupts in identification with your terror of experience.
Such brilliant musings ending in the only way possible:
Now I drift below the murky depths
of a forgetful lake
and sink into paranoia's indifference.

Posted 12 Years Ago


What dark lines you've created. They reach deep into the pit of existence, so personal. I absolutely love the imagery and how abstract you've versed this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is something else :) It stirs, unsettles and invites to a plain of such intensity! I am adding this to favs and going to re-read! Wow! xx

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wow...I'm actually speechless...and that's a rare feat. Such graphic prose that brings me to my knees. I'm fascinated, disgusted, intrigued, turned-off, peeking through my fingers at the gore and lusciousness. You are a master of the words, my friend...

Posted 12 Years Ago


Your words, give me a reflective silene... it was beautiful! you should be proud!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Very quizzical, your words gave me a sickly feeling yet I read on from pure curiosity and desire to find out what happens next. You have much talent, nicely done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This was good. It had key elements that I savor when reading a poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago


love the line 'my harpies have been locked away', your imagination is amazing, I like the mix of fantasy and emotion. love the way you ended the poem too.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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