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These are the helpless mutterings of one of time's victims;
I have a voice but lack a face.
I spend my days wishing that
I could be young again,
and rearrange my life, godlike
and all-wise; to construct
a utopia and revel in the stillness.
These are the things that I once knew but can never known again:
a smile, a sunset's farewell kiss,
a recollection - herald of burning tears.
I cannot tell you how much it hurts.
for the pain is not the problem;
'tis a symptom of a
more widespread cancer.
These are the helpless mutterings of my wandering memory,
forgetting how to forget, and
tumbling headlong into an ink-black current
of cemented past lives;
backwards, upside down,
eyes stinging with murk and cold -
but the sensation is worth it for the paradise of what if.
These are the helpless mutterings of one who has lost,
remembering what it's like to remember
without a wince. And my eyes
are painted with the flowery splinters
of a thousand shattered paradigms
amongst the rubbish-heaps of a consciousness
brimming with ruined dreamscapes.
These are the hours in which I see you once more -
and sometimes those sky-colored
irises resemble something familiar;
but alas, the world has
turned its back
in mocking desertion, and my
guilt has metamorphosed you into a stranger.
These are the tear-streaked parcels I clutch to my breast;
of the regret of a hundred moons
worth of herb-bitter error.
It clings like a shroud,
the fragility of action and consequence:
for the present has become my poison, love.
Please, find me an antidote.
These are the helpless mutterings of one of time's victims;
I have a voice but lack a face,
and I spend my days wishing that
the sun still shined for me,
and the birds still sang
in jubilation...
for I have nothing left but the future.
I have a voice but lack a face.
I spend my days wishing that
I could be young again,
and rearrange my life, godlike
and all-wise; to construct
a utopia and revel in the stillness.
These are the things that I once knew but can never known again:
a smile, a sunset's farewell kiss,
a recollection - herald of burning tears.
I cannot tell you how much it hurts.
for the pain is not the problem;
'tis a symptom of a
more widespread cancer.
These are the helpless mutterings of my wandering memory,
forgetting how to forget, and
tumbling headlong into an ink-black current
of cemented past lives;
backwards, upside down,
eyes stinging with murk and cold -
but the sensation is worth it for the paradise of what if.
These are the helpless mutterings of one who has lost,
remembering what it's like to remember
without a wince. And my eyes
are painted with the flowery splinters
of a thousand shattered paradigms
amongst the rubbish-heaps of a consciousness
brimming with ruined dreamscapes.
These are the hours in which I see you once more -
and sometimes those sky-colored
irises resemble something familiar;
but alas, the world has
turned its back
in mocking desertion, and my
guilt has metamorphosed you into a stranger.
These are the tear-streaked parcels I clutch to my breast;
of the regret of a hundred moons
worth of herb-bitter error.
It clings like a shroud,
the fragility of action and consequence:
for the present has become my poison, love.
Please, find me an antidote.
These are the helpless mutterings of one of time's victims;
I have a voice but lack a face,
and I spend my days wishing that
the sun still shined for me,
and the birds still sang
in jubilation...
for I have nothing left but the future.
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For , for winning *CelestinaGrey's "Clockmaker" contest.
Part 1/2 - part 2 will be a story, and hopefully expand much more on the theme.
(I was personally inspired a bit by Inception while writing this; mostly Cobb's guilt over Mal's death. But that's just because I'm weird and I love that movie. )
hope you enjoy
Part 1/2 - part 2 will be a story, and hopefully expand much more on the theme.
(I was personally inspired a bit by Inception while writing this; mostly Cobb's guilt over Mal's death. But that's just because I'm weird and I love that movie. )
hope you enjoy
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You've talent my friend 'Ink-black current,' 'shattered paradigms,' paradise of what if,' symptom of a more widespread cancer..' to name a few that stood out to me.
Not sure if this was deliberate, because it works for the poem, but you have 'has' twice in stanza 5.
Impressive work, truly.
You've talent my friend 'Ink-black current,' 'shattered paradigms,' paradise of what if,' symptom of a more widespread cancer..' to name a few that stood out to me.
Not sure if this was deliberate, because it works for the poem, but you have 'has' twice in stanza 5.
Impressive work, truly.