The Birthing of Cynicism.

It's old and detached now, told millions of times by millions of people, in millions of words. Anyone feeling caustic might appreciate it. (No I dont feel caustic)

 

Twisted with rickets the sickle moon smiled discord,
Conductive winds raced high the luminescent sky
Crying gelignite to pavement
Off bowed leaves
In stillness, silence.

One crash of thunder from unseasonable skies
Called after by nothing, nothing
But the howl of the wind, over, under, steel cables

Climbing to summits, you left to without me.

Tyranny my love
Silent tyranny,
Slashed and tore to break the heavy tones
A word, a word
Redoubt my thoughts!
Debate!

Where were the pyrotechnic forces?
Oh the ones that made me cry
Made me insane
Not for joy nor sadness
But for the smothering embrace.

Madness’s we’d made our own
Unequivocal
Unrequited
Unmatched
Of selfish strangers equally fearful
Of who we had become, so dependant.

Such short years led  
Necrosis,
I prayed derided
Oh where did you wonder?
Too often for my eyes to want to see.

Did you not feel the earth?
It plummeted from beneath your feet
I fell, never your world,
Left to consume my heart.

The flames dwindled softest orange flags
hissing in those Blue eyes of ice
and permanent frowns,
How could I draw back that distance?
Ignite that smile?

A feathery stroke of neck?
Flinching writhing like a stranger
WHY!?
You would not fall in my arms
But how I craved yours!

Bitter sweet turmoil
Empty fragile cares
I screamed in failure at empty books
The books that should be us ours
Things left standing, spinning,
out of control over anyone but myself.

I deduced this is marriage,
But not of mind
Not of soul
Not of essence,
But certain death,
Like a caged falcon,

Wings shattered,

dragged against a dome of shields,
and I pray we never meet again.

Reviews

[Keith]

no visible rhyme scheme, no clear train of thought, breaking between angst, lust, lonliness and euphoria...

what an entrancing read...
these pinnacles we have placed dreams upon ARE deservant of such reverence and defense. Powerful and heartfelt throughout, it conjures images of utopian harmony... yes, unrequited.

Amazing.

[Emily B]

Marriage of Death. And every word described it perfectly. Amazing stuff here. The kind of writing that it takes a minute to wrap your mind around it all.