Lights Out

By Speedy · Sep 3, 2009 · ·
  1. The black dog has been visiting lately, maybe a bit of poetry, "whatever" will help. A few weeks feeling dark, than a few days of light. Sadly the light doesnt last as long as i would have hoped this time.

    I lock the door behind me, privacy aplenty.
    No Angels welcome here, only the demon from within.
    I turn the tap, a loud hiss arging against it's will.
    The warmth of the water fills the room

    Reflecting into the mirror like yesterdays past, I see nothing I care for anymore.
    Eons pass it feels for the tomb to fill completely, I wait.
    One last drag from the cigarette, my only friend in this hour.
    Time for bravery to take the call, no more failed promises.
    No more waiting.

    Steam releases towards the ceiling.
    Stupid tears fall from the blackness within.
    The window fogs up, God wants no part in this.
    The metal feels hot between the sweat fevering my cursed fingers.

    The silence is almost deafening apart from the beat of life in my chest, which pleas for mercy.
    The pain is minimal, nothing like I would imagine.
    Warm ribbons of red roll down the last of my mortality, licking at my fingers

    I match the other, as another dozen streams run down in race.
    Bombs drop forth and splash into the coffin, flowering like crimson rose's.
    I close my eyes, slide deeper into the the fading warmth
    The amber from the cigarette goes out
    I follow

Comments

  1. becca
    WOW! That was really good. Very discriptive, very dark. Loved the imagery.
  2. Rumpole40k
    Damn Speedy, you have talent - serious talent!

    On a side note, I hope all is well.
  3. Speedy
    Okay, another part of Speedy's "Lights Out Tour"

    Not realy a poem, but something f random thoughts spilling out onto keyboad stroke.

    Sit by the fire and I’ll tell you my story, if you so desire.
    Put your feet up, share my smoke, for you it is free.
    Hang around till the end and I’ll share you the black I promise.
    Refusal is no option.

    Once upon a time I was granted what only fools call life.
    I walked many a mile till my feet bled until I found the highest mountain peek.
    I raised the jug of life, protected only by a vial of mortality, a pitiful curse I say.

    It shined within, with gifts of sins I wish rather not mention; hope, desire, potential.
    Looking at the heavens I said only for the weak.
    I let loose the gift and let it fall, a smile rippling across both face and mind

    It shattered into a million pieces, life dying upon my very own eyes,
    My own soul shattering with the gift at the same time, only to blow into some reality.
    A man stood in front, tears only able to describe what words could not.

    My item, is no gift but part of myself said the whiteness in front
    I shall take no desire in allowing your game to presume, I am fate.
    The figure pointed towards a tower many miles away, it stood tall and white.

    Pass those gates my son, but with it I shall grant you a better item.
    He pointed at the grass, for every blade you should gift you foots warmth
    I shall give you another life to be added at the end of the last.

    This place brilliance was no place for he, he spat at the man dressed in curses.
    At least give me a stick to help with father, my wounded feet he pointed,
    It was granted within a moment, and with a pleasant smile

    Now stick your gift and your promises where I head if you wish
    A quick gesture it may have been, but an action that could not be taken back here
    The stick, a gift from god placed into the dark mans neck
    Red wine darkening the day like the promising sunset.

    The man of white Cried
    The dark man laughed
    The blackness came and gifted him his final death.

    Now follow me child, and I shall present you with a real gift if you please.


    Becca, Rump, your too kind!
  4. becca
    That was interesting and deep. Not as much of a poem as the first as you said. If you ever want to work it into more poem form let me know, I'll help.

    Awesome though, makes you think. ;)
  5. Rumpole40k
    The second could have been a fantastic song. I'm thinking something out of Springsteen's Ghost of Tom Joad album.
  6. Torana
    An enjoyable read, Speedy. Thanks for drawing my attention to it.

    The poem really did paint a very realistic image in my mind, well done.

    Sherie
  7. ChimmyBear
    Speedy, you have such a depth inside of you that conveys well in written word. Thank you for sharing with us this beautiful darkness that haunts your soul.

    You are a wonderful talent.

    ~Robin
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