Poisonous Silence

Sometimes silence is like choking on words. Caught in my throat, on the tip of my tongue.

Evaporating synapses of euphoric multiple sclerosis tyrannosaurus of the primordial metamorphosis of celestial evangelicals of eldritch maleficent photosynthesis whispered equilibrium defibrillators shivering milliseconds incandescent ricocheting Armageddon’s treble-clef rebellion of interstellar peninsula 

Our chemistry's parthenogenesis is toxic telepathic rhapsodies biological doppelgängers astronomical Holocaust claustrophobia’s cornucopia interwoven devotion homeostasis recalibrating escalations of Mesopotamian jail cells for angels’ hell masquerade cardiovascular taskmasters’ ejaculating asteroids reactionaries astronomical chronological of carbon dioxide diaphragms carbohydrate environments deciphering glycogen leviathans finite sobriety lion’s den Levi a friend endocrinologist phantasmagoric metabolism unravelling cataclysms ammunition organisms reanimating examining exaggerations rationalization complacencies never bothered me

Need a Lazarus pit  but man do I spit algorithms calculus on the roundabouts falconer alkaline algebraic imagination anticipation gracing the inflammation condemnation of communication infestations assimilated to an oasis recreational nations of Neanderthal languages sanguine with the frail heartbeat of humanity’s veiled misanthrope cantering into time-spanning calamity’s of insanity’s tambourine meandering the hippocampus dreams megalomaniac scenes of reality

Bastions decapitating velvet melancholy hills in the umbilical wilderness parabellum candelabra cerebellum mitochondria, growing Cloverfield’s mitosis, yet I remain seated to watch the last man standing

Every impotent moment psychosis

The suns cast a bright shadow on my glass palace, and with a cold shoulder, sees right through me with blind eyes

The acupuncture of my homunculus heart of scarecrows’ pheromone, halos of my maelstroms

The dark corridors of my house are such a black silver ricocheting guillotine that shines with the vinyl of chimaera garrisons that I see the blind gleaming ambition of a militia’s ignition like a match of candlestick catastrophe, collapsing inward on the world like a payload’s vow, trauma’s loud atomic sound, because there is no room in my heart, no house of cards for an ace empty-handed, I can only draw blood

It’s like that battle was never really over

It just continued, every dead soul died, again and again, the repetition, such a cycle of life in death that I feel reincarnated

In my mind, it continued, over, and over, and over, and on

I’m still fighting even now, trying to keep my chin above the water, in the waves of time, dead in the water, sinking into this abyss, I am tired, and this body of water is just another casualty

Because my swansong has repeated so many times already, the end beginning again

So much that I’d hang myself like a canvas out to dry like bones in the aficionado of tied tongues like a slipknot in my stomach I am hungry to cut the cords that whet my appetite for a stone heart skipping beats on the surface and if I swallow the hard truth I am just another stepping stone that someone else will have to live with when that truth is too much to bear, and so the weight will be carried until it is hungover on life, and they will be left hanging by a thread at the end of its rope it will float like another passing poem that was said and then ended with silence

 

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

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"So much that I’d hang myself like a canvas out to dry like bones in the aficionado of tied tongues like a slipknot in my stomach..."
I didn't want to miss this poem. It's like a clear glass slab, I can see through it clearly.
Silence was my greatest crime of all time as I feel though, this poem drives somewhere else. It's nice and something that's going to please for a while.
Nice write Jack!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Glad you liked it!

[Pete]

love the wording and pics. amazingly unusual command of vocabulary but needs to be toned down, condensed and more focused on an overall message. you could definitely write/create your own comic book with your abilities ... :)

So much that I’d hang myself like a canvas out to dry like bones in the aficionado of tied tongues like a slipknot in my stomach

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thanks for the compliment, I love comic books! I'll try to fix things up for the next poem I write.

[Malise Haligree]

I feel like this poem doesn't really even begin to shine until 'the suns', (no pun intended) because the beginning bit is so bogged down by complex vocabulary that even to me (and I love complex words) it just sounds like Daniel Radcliffe spouting off the Alphabet Aerobics. :(

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I appreciate your honesty. I have a strange fascination with rhyming heavy, massive words. Someday, I hope to take this style and make it easier to see how the words flow, so you can better see my story. I'll keep trying to get it right, but I need experience before I can manage that. This is only one of many of my styles though, so don't worry, they aren't all like this.

[augustus]

If I was able to understand half of what you have written, I would be a happy man! However, I must congratulate you on the use of words. You have a talent and it just needs aiming in the right direction.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'll try to use these words in a way that can be more easily digested, but for now, I need time to perfect such a style, more experience is needed before then.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

You expressed yourself so well. You really did well with your wordplay an it brightened up my face. I like it.

But one thing I've noticed about readers. They yank away from complex vocabularies. And this could results in getting a few feedback from them.
Trying to make it simpler for people to understand and you'll find out how much they've been willing to appreciate your writing.

By the way, I still enjoy this.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

You are right, these types of poems that rhyme with strange vocabulary are definitely not easy to love. Many of those poems I write as an exercise, but also I find them to be more vivid. You could say I write them for my own satisfaction. I'm glad you still enjoyed this poem, maybe you have a similar taste, comparable to my own.