A poem I'm particularly proud of

[nocaph]

I've been writing for 7 years, but I'm really proud of this one I wrote recently, it came right from the core of me on a very dark day.

The Man of Many Maladies

The Man of Many Maladies
has flowers that fade to grey,
the dry rot,
the twenty-one grams
and he is already gone by morning.

An overpowering, a tyranny of mind
seeped through the porous skin-
it is there now,
it will be there.

The engine, custom made
by some sick saboteur, is slow now-
it makes gruesome churning sounds,
metal against metal, noxious sparks-
like an expiring titanium bird.

The ivory keys of a piano
play somewhere in a distant room.
There is at least meaning in that.
He hears it and tries to imagine himself walking,
just walking, nowhere in particular.

Where in that place there once was air,
rich and sharp colours,
movement and sound.
Where there were wall-mounted clocks
that could be easily ignored-
other people pass through there,
and will again.
But for him there is just the music,
the music, and the darkness.

[bookletters]

Beautiful!!!
I love it :)

[Stacey]

Lovely. You need to share some more of these with us :) xx

[nocaph]

Here's another one I wrote about how dreams/sleep can be the only escape.


There's a warm, hazy sleep.
There's an escape,
weightlessness, hovering softly
over the air itself, where I can breathe
and there is no pain.

There's a sick, ironic happiness,
Mirtazapine dreams
that ensue in the recesses of my mind.
There's a fuzz, a blurring
of the scary words I have written down
again and again.
Obscenely serene.

There are violins and beautiful bows.
Classrooms full of vitality
that appear vicious to me when I awake,
like some mistake my mind has made.
And I grimace with such dismay,
such panic and dread
that in my waking life I am dead.

There is an alarm that has sounded far too late.
There is but me; a dead weight.

[bookletters]

You are very talented nocaph, you really are xx

[Henry82]

These are really good, please post some more if you get the chance. I could identify with the second poem in particular. Regards.