Serrated edges

a serrated edge playing against paper skin
it teases
always beneath
underlying
pulsing 

the knowledge that all is not right reassures an already fragile state

faded memories of contentment play like ghostly music boxes
notes of what once were hang in the air unfinished

never fully formed but never forgotten

this is the music I dance to
this is the silence I ignore

filling the void with lies buys time
eases anxiety

it never was
it will never be

It was another soul's story
but it has become my memory
my curse

it

it

it

the interminable sound of a heartbeat

a clock
ticking, beating, remembering

every corner I turn is haunted with a version of myself
every corner
a different girl

different girl, different time, same memory
same interminable ticking

visions burned in time like the purple scars on my arms

I was here
I was there
I was

now… 
I am
she is… 
waiting

forgetting
pretending

smile for the camera
get to work on time
pay the rent

forget, forget, forget

tequila and hospital rooms are light years from here
jukeboxes and birthday parties are so long ago they almost never were.

hide and seek
cupcakes and wrapping paper
laughing


now... 
I am

she is...
waiting

forgetting

Reviews

[Devons]

As intense as blood pumping through veins, as elusive as the breeze, as inexpressible as the language of the soul. It is very difficult to put into words the existential nature of this poem; even more difficult perhaps than writing another in order to appraise it with justice and accuracy. It probably gets as close to portraying and conveying the ephemeral and inscrutable feeling of its theme as any piece of writing ever could; and it is achieved with immense delicacy, skill and intelligence. The style and technique of the writing and the form it takes is expression of the highest order, and it would be equally difficult, if not impossible, perhaps to find or create anything with more success and power in the way this is accomplished. Maybe I know these feelings or indeed know you too well to be able to miss a single moment of what is being described in these words, but it seems to me that you could not have expressed such an intangible concept of feeling with any greater clarity and awareness.
"this is the music I dance to
this is the silence I ignore"
These two lines -although there are others of equal value- are to me the most representative of the strength, poignancy and depth of artistry that this work possesses. A great piece of work which encompasses to me all that is poetry in itself: it is both carnal and incarnate.

[Ladysue]

This is a very strong and unique write. I thought you got this message across brilliantly. The title is perfect...An amazing write...

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

oo i am so glad i noticed the update of devons adding this to his faves..

it is incredible!!! that heartbeat pacing that runs throughout is both chilling and calming at the same time. and the inner anguish/outward flawless facade i relate to all too well.. the part that keeps sticking with me (aside from the tick-tock of the "it) is

forget, forget, forget

tequila and hospital rooms are light years from here
jukeboxes and birthday parties are so long ago they almost never were.

hide and seek
cupcakes and wrapping paper
laughing

that juxtaposition of the greatest joys, and hardest times, all equally fed to the monster of forgetting, just to have the moment of blessed peace, for once..

epic.

[James Bonner]

I like this. In all those moments that allow us to slip into some waking dream this is how I almost right feel before - but am dragged away. Before.

"Every corner I turn is haunted with a version of myself..."

[Tate Morgan]

Forget, forget, forget.
Oh the pieces of memories good bad ugly they make us who we are and all are needed as much as the pain they sometimes bring
Tate

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This is so good.. it is a poem i can hear being read aloud.
Powerful and strong.
Today's world.. what a place..

Chloe

[Krista Harris]

The perfect description of an agonizingly painful truth that our volatile world and our fear of such makes us forget who we really are. Weather we want safety, control, or acceptance, we forget what we're made of and how to stand alone without these things. Thank you so much for peeling back the facade and reminding us.

[An owl on the moon]

This is so starkly beautiful, giving such glimpses of emotion and depth. So well done!

[Vertigo]

wow I love the way this is put together...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Well that was really interesting... I think it boldly shows how life itself can cause us to lose who we are when we get caught up in the everyday things thrown at us... suddenly dreams and goals get pushed aside to take care of the hear and now and before long those dreams disappear and goals seam unreal.