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Just visualise; from being pillowed in reassuring solidity
everything at once becomes water, and you’re
drawn back under the hollows of your eyes –
slipping beneath the sheen of exposed consciousness
(a trembling softness on the surface of the sea)
to a pulsing blur of fragmented visions –
a twinge as the dam breaks; your tides of subconscious
loosen and mingle: rationale dissolves like sandstone
under the massing flood, smeared with distortion –
the ocean lives around you. A plethora of colour
wreathes between your ears, stewing and coiling,
sunk into the thickening smog of insanity –
to the vulnerable depths you have long
learned to fear, and your breathless hallucinations
mark a world buried beneath all your logic –
for even on waking, lightening, the rose-glazed dreams
still seep through your irises, and the world glistens
with the false glamour of drizzle-tainted stone –
even on waking, lightening, the cloying waters
swell within your lungs, that maritime hiss
of a world enchanted, suffocating your sense –
and do we really wish, as we could plausibly
(for I fear blindness to anything except myself)
to drown in dreams?
everything at once becomes water, and you’re
drawn back under the hollows of your eyes –
slipping beneath the sheen of exposed consciousness
(a trembling softness on the surface of the sea)
to a pulsing blur of fragmented visions –
a twinge as the dam breaks; your tides of subconscious
loosen and mingle: rationale dissolves like sandstone
under the massing flood, smeared with distortion –
the ocean lives around you. A plethora of colour
wreathes between your ears, stewing and coiling,
sunk into the thickening smog of insanity –
to the vulnerable depths you have long
learned to fear, and your breathless hallucinations
mark a world buried beneath all your logic –
for even on waking, lightening, the rose-glazed dreams
still seep through your irises, and the world glistens
with the false glamour of drizzle-tainted stone –
even on waking, lightening, the cloying waters
swell within your lungs, that maritime hiss
of a world enchanted, suffocating your sense –
and do we really wish, as we could plausibly
(for I fear blindness to anything except myself)
to drown in dreams?
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Defeat
Stars splinter the sky,
glowing against clouds
with obstinate brilliance -
I flame out beneath
the deflated sun.
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fairytales and regurgitation
your pacifistic smile makes my
outside-me
curl
into a similar shape, cynically
[morning moods]
"anything is possible,"
you whisper, "chickens
can fly, trees will outlive you
and bananas do not
grow towards the light-"
you stole the words
i used to lisp when you were
hopelessly
into painting realistic portraits
and you [such a tragedy]
only spoke to me in dead languages
well, my brain
refuses to reply, twisting
like tentacles of a baby-sized octopus
craving for food
so we'll fill ourselves
with literature, eat and eat
the crumbly
yellow-ish pages of
knowledge, stained with coffee
regurgitation
and again
it is noon a
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One Sip
Since that night, I have believed in love at first song.
You sang.
Darling, you stirred your voice into the coffeehouse scents;
It carried notes of inspiration and the flavor of your soul.
You smiled.
Your words trickled down my throat, and I savored their warmth.
There was no bitterness, no dregs- just your heart poured out.
You stood.
I abandoned my cup to follow, “hello” scalding my tongue.
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so, I wrote some free verse a few weeks ago and this was the result
was writing something on the comparison between sleep and drowning, then was thinking about how it's really quite frightening how our minds can bias us - that we can never truly see outside of our own subjective perceptions. I imagine that prospect is even scarier for someone who is a serious realist, and is afraid of their own mentality swaying them from seeing the objective truth.
(Critique questions: I was aiming for a lot of soft sounds and a very soothing flow in this piece; to what extent do you think I've achieved this, and how could I improve on this? Are there any words or lines that strike you as awkward or not fitting into the overall structure? How does the overall atmosphere of the poem feel when reading it?)
(Critique I wrote for another member of tWR: comments.deviantart.com/1/4166…
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This definitely does have a very sibilant, rhythmic tone, which evokes both the regular breathing you hear in sleep and waves on the shore -- and I got those images even before I scrolled down to read the artist's comments. Overall, I love the sound and imagery, and it's a fascinating idea. Well done!