ryandyson
11-11-2010, 02:01 AM
hungry, an anorexic takes an interest
in acorns
ferrets away now in self-scorn
cus acrid shame hangs ever closer
bloody roses of painful shame bloom between
my skull and my brain
unknown to complain, I chew on words and numbers
hold strong to this narcotic journey
echoing world white and smoky as heaven
but it is only white and smoke
and the echo is a petrified shriek
perpetuated
by a brain spasm
though it echoes and whispers
like inner wisdom and drugs
like a frosted forest
one frozen moment malignified into a world of ice crystals
just brain spores of human self-toxicity
feels soft
because not feeling feels soft
brain dying feels soft
*
here lies a glass girl
crystal revolution made her empress for a while
so
she tilts the world it rolls to her all gold and pure
an audience in white attend her, fragile bones
she’s drunk
on love and power, electrolytes and tubes
girl curls
mum and dad curl, they are grieving sunken girl
from not enough love
slipped disrepair
painting of a girl
stuck behind the glass so long she stared right through herself
wild
and needing out
she threw herself against the wall
hard and cold the glass resolved
to close her painted mouth
and not much love
was dissonance enough
we gave her our warm hand-strokes narcotised
our pearly-girl
sleep this late love
sooths the sentenced
girl slips from the world
http://www.aspharpoetry.blogspot.com/
in acorns
ferrets away now in self-scorn
cus acrid shame hangs ever closer
bloody roses of painful shame bloom between
my skull and my brain
unknown to complain, I chew on words and numbers
hold strong to this narcotic journey
echoing world white and smoky as heaven
but it is only white and smoke
and the echo is a petrified shriek
perpetuated
by a brain spasm
though it echoes and whispers
like inner wisdom and drugs
like a frosted forest
one frozen moment malignified into a world of ice crystals
just brain spores of human self-toxicity
feels soft
because not feeling feels soft
brain dying feels soft
*
here lies a glass girl
crystal revolution made her empress for a while
so
she tilts the world it rolls to her all gold and pure
an audience in white attend her, fragile bones
she’s drunk
on love and power, electrolytes and tubes
girl curls
mum and dad curl, they are grieving sunken girl
from not enough love
slipped disrepair
painting of a girl
stuck behind the glass so long she stared right through herself
wild
and needing out
she threw herself against the wall
hard and cold the glass resolved
to close her painted mouth
and not much love
was dissonance enough
we gave her our warm hand-strokes narcotised
our pearly-girl
sleep this late love
sooths the sentenced
girl slips from the world
http://www.aspharpoetry.blogspot.com/