Darkness in Human Form

Longer version of "The Form Of Darkness". Definitely one of my best poems.

We all live in our own form of darkness

 

We have flaws and fallacies that define the crevices of our hearts

 

The nook and cranny of our rusted rose lips

 

Smiling thorn bushes just as white or red as the harvest moon

 

Fingers crossed into slipknot crucifixion

 

Arms and legs like massive hollow hulking trees

 

We all live in our own form of darkness

 

Wars rage on for no purpose but selfishness and self-love

 

People die born into a world that cannot cradle them

 

Mountains wear down to shambles

 

Forests rot into graveyards

 

Destiny brings us closer to each other, and through these lives, death

 

We all live in our own form of darkness

 

To burn is to bring to light the mistakes of thousands for a second

 

To bring down the thunder of the sky is to take up arms with nothingness

 

A bolt of lightning is only a flash in the pan

 

Wear the hearts of others on your sleeves

 

Stitch their veins into yours like a braided ponytail of flesh

 

Double helix in double helix

 

Hand in hand, a chorus of voices one in some horrible way

 

Become one with yourself, and others, and God

 

And we will live a blind monster, become our own form of blacklight

 

And still exist bound

 

To our own form of darkness

 

But there will come a day

 

When the sky will open itself like an outstretched hand, offering

 

And we

 

Will finally learn how to dance in colour

 

As the darkness we are, is somehow, lovely

 

Like the night sky echoing ebony

 

Off the ivory iris of a bone-moon

 

In a skeleton of stars

 

A shadowland graveyard of heaven's renaissance

 

Engulfing satellites stalagmites in penultimate enlightenment

 

Brighter than the blackhole sun

 

It's in our blood

 

It's all we've ever had

 

You cannot find escape in what we are made of

 

Only dead ends of a stump that no longer bleed colour into flesh

 

We all live buried

 

In our own form of darkness

 

Without a shadow of a doubt

 

There is no truth is this world to shed light on

 

But the seed of fallen hearts bowing to despair cry for an encore

 

Minions oblivious left dancing on the darkened stage of the cemetery page

 

With the mirror image schism

 

Within the mistress amaryllis willow-wisping gypsies

 

The abyssal gaze of mayhem's everglades queen of spades himalyans fading ladybug

 

Bound to destiny, resurrection, the chances slim, dancing grim

 

French kissing grey gospels of apostles gothic of glossy apocalypse

 

Conclaves of the shatter vase, the veil of a pale halo holding onto an inkblot's sarcophagus 

 

Darkness of form becoming its own maestro

 

Water vapour shapeshifting Mephisto

 

Glistening hieroglyphic glaciers of homo-sapien aether

 

Tearing apothecary from the chimera marionettes of impure sepulchre 

 

Imprisoning ventriloquism of umbilical visionaries hanging by a thread of redemption

 

Tangled syllable ideations of bastions of the sacrilegious pilgrimage of the still-image

 

Frame by frame pictures moving illusive crucifixion

 

Depicted in ellipsis rippling defibrillator assimilating prisms of saviours

 

Brought to life by the deadline in the sands of damnation’s creation

 

The words emanating staple-thin rhythm incriminating articulations

 

Pixels of omnipotence dripping ammunition with the flicker of a trigger finger

 

Pointing the barrel of the gun into Russian roulette

 

Hoping for the luck of the draw to paint pictures in your mind, rather than out of it

 

To have the acrylic biblical silhouette

 

Of God applauding to the menagerie of a bottomless hell echoing maleficent

 

To blow your brains out with a Kleenex

 

And wipe away the tears you never saw run when you were looking God in the face

 

A running tumbling rivers of indra’s basilica milkyway’s of angeldusted knuckles

 

Reincarnating arteries uncharted carnavals of armada’s sonata

 

Songbirds of honour purged from the surgical purgatory of formless rigour mortis

 

Every organ Expurgatorius born for glorious metamorphosis

 

Every notion comatose of the waves of conclave saviours evaporating castorated castaways

 

The sound of belladona’s ensemble godly penumbra

 

Stumbling oceans psychosis cloaking through the sunset of heaven’s undertaker

 

As yet another stairway to heaven fades into daydream Elysium

 

The fleeting scenery of the grim reaper’s leaping Prometheus

 

The grim light of the heaven bending into pendulums of evanescence devasting

 

Pestilence of the remnants of severed revenants

 

Those who sold the souls of the stars for candybars

 

And swallowed the sun as the whole world spun at the summit of humunculis

 

The standling-stone of a homeless throne

 

 The end of all but a fresh picked rose

 

Poseidon’s lilac library frozen loathsome of the winter snow

 

Burying the darkness in our hearts of gold

 

The forests torn from the floral corridors of our formless lord

 

Every page raging wraiths of contemplations’ praying agathions

 

The stage set for the curtains to finally fall

 

For an empty theatre is all we are

 

Our final act will never show

 

Our role, our form, the darkness

 

Down below

 

Author's Note

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

[Anastasia]

This is the most unusual and unique form of poetry I have read on this site. Firstly the pictures are very dark and themselves convey the effect of darkness. The words got deeper and more complicated as they run along the page. Very striking ideas and images drawn by you like blowing brains with kleenex, selling soul of stars for candy bars, forest rotting into graveyards. And so much more. I enjoyed every line.
So seem to convey that there is darkness within a human soul and that it is everlasting and that we will end up buried in our darkness eventually. But reading this all I somehow also felt a ray of hope somewhere like when it is mentioned about burning ourselves to provide light to others. Very interesting poetry. Thank you.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Always happy to share. A lot of my works have like-sounding words, or rhymes. I focus a lot on imagery and sound, however, I also write a few poems with double meanings here and there. This was so much fun to write. I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it. And yes, there is hope even in the darkness.

[Anastasia]

There is so much vivid imagery to get into here that it will take me more than one reading to fully appreciate it. And I will read more of your poetry soon. You have a lot to offer and all of it is novel and creative. Thank you for sharing.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Means the world to me that you enjoy my work. I’ll be sure to read some of your work too.

[Anastasia]

Thank you so much. I am here more for learning and reading others poetry is the best way.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

If you want, I could suggest some poems for you. Also, if you're interested in spoken word, or listening to poetry on youtube, I watch two channels that you might enjoy.

[Anastasia]

I'd very much appreciate that. Please send me the details. Thank you very much.

[Pete]

boy oh boy - someone sure turned out the light on this damning write. yes, we all have our dark places as you so creepily remind. most of us prefer to leave them be but you take us on a journey into them. creative, unusual wording and imagery as you are known for. your form is more traditional but still lengthy. you leave no stone unturned ... :)

For an empty theatre is all we are
Our final act will never show
Our role, our form, the darkness

Down below

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Glad you enjoyed the read, it was an enjoyable experience to write this piece, and I hope to capture even more as I continue to improve. Thanks for reading!