Words...freakish moments of fear

 

 

Words…freakish moments of fear

 

 

Tiny pieces of skin scatter the floor beneath me

Fragments of what I might have been

Transparent below the fluorescent lights

Flickering in harmonic shadows

On smoke stained ceiling tiles

Perforated by lost dreams

And words spoken out of turn

 

Blood follows suit in reflective horror

Pooling in oblong shapes…willing, demanding

Even the eye that wishes not to see

Pulling life drip by dictated drip

Causing chuckles from the blade

Snickering razors unite

Within the hands of the scorned

 

Pleading, not a valued added option

As confessions have been tossed

Hidden under stainless steel cabinetry

Diamond plated for effect

Ridged to keep the slippery surfaces

Dotted with that frozen face

Constantly staring, flaring, glaring

 

Weakness consumes me as I witness

Friends falling in line…friends?

Tormenting with sides of repetitiveness

In echoed voices praising the efforts

Rating the demeaning factors ten-fold

Loading favorites with unwritten hate

Pointing as if they can’t see…but they do

 

Words…freakish moments of fear

Uttered to the wrong congratulatory party

Cake and ice cream for the accuser

Pain and suffering for the accused

As faces gather in written comments

And loneliness finds its home

Just as it was always meant to be

 

 

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Reviews

[TL Boehm]

wow. bits of flesh and words scattered. cake and ice cream for the accuser. You've been wading in the toxic end of the cesspool. Brilliant and different

[Chance]

Chillingly beautiful. Well done.

[Troy Henson]

How simple words are but how damaging they can be. Words can have the affect of solitary confinement. Fear sets in and we hide from reality. I went through this a lot as a child and now seeing my son suffer from words from others. So sad.

[Jack...]

It is very sad Troy. Thank you for visiting today.

[Rita L. Sev]

A dark write on the wounds caused by words, Jack. Reading it a second time, I was thinking about "cyber-bullying", a whole new way that kids use to torture each other with words...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Rita. It sure does sound like that now that you mention it. I appreciate your kindness.

[Baby Ricochet]

Starts with a homicide ends with a social fopah. Perhaps homicides are the ultimate social fopahs

[Jack...]

Perhaps you are correct. Thanks so much BR.

[Frieda P]

Razor sharp read Jack, some lines are so cutting they actually are painful to read.

'Cake and ice cream for the accuser'

Some days it does feel just that way...words are potent, they can maim us or lift us, you know I could take this one so many places. Outstanding as always.

[Jack...]

Thanks so very much Frieda. I really wanted some of that cake and ice cream...I am happy you found some things to enjoy about this poem and I aprrecaite your kindness always to me my friend.

[Frieda P]

Oh you know sometimes we have to make our own cake if we want to eat it too, just saying, my pleasure always...

[Cryingkate]

too graphic for me .. But I was here

[Jack...]

Thanks Connie. Sometimes it does get a little dark.

[Cryingkate]

That's just me Jack I don't watch Tv or scary movies. When I was a kid I did, family still does, just I don't...

[Jack...]

I don't watch scary movies either...just not for me.

[Cryingkate]

really? For me they seem to invite trouble... the safety of home seems to vanish.
I noticed more fighting at home when I was a kid and we watched those.
How about you?

[Jack...]

I never watched them...I saw the Exorsist and Last House on the Left in the theater and that was enough for me.

[s y e]

Oh you're both a bunch of wee girlie's. ;-)

[Cryingkate]

oh Jack just the mention of that movie makes me huddle in a corner. Now you did it move over I'm sleeping with you tonight. WITH CLOTHES ON OF COARSE :-)

[Cryingkate]

Noodles, your in the middle :-)

[Marie]

THis is quite a chilling narrative...it makes me think of sad and lonely ghosts...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Marie.

[kublakhan27]

This is a tough nut to crack my friend, in a good way. It is soaked in darkness and despondency...I detected self-harm in the opening bits for just a split second, then it became all about writing for me, and remains that way. Every word truly is a moment of fear, we've talked about it before...that ubiquitous fear of every written word being the last, and if it is, how much of it will tie into how we are remembered? And this site...it feels like the home of my loneliness a lot of a time though not near as much as it used to be. I've gotten much better at appreciating the comments of my friends as opposed to sulking over the ones I don't get...but I don't think I'll ever truly be satisfied, even though I know it's the wrong congratulatory party that I court. I felt this one deep in my bones Jack...well done.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Steve for your wonderful review of my work and like you have said to me many times over...I am happy you get me. So many times I get so caught up in the what I don't have, I forget all about what I do have.

[kublakhan27]

Well we know we've got each others' backs my friend, and even though our circle of friends is small, we know we have their unconditional support...I always hesitate to refer to readers as fans, but even though we may not be front page news around here (especially me, which I've given up on for my emotions' sake) we know we have the support of a diehard fan base, which I come to appreciate more with each passing days.

[A. Amos]

Deep and profound piece of art, good work...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.