Eyes so fixed,
they glaciated in sight
of the arctic reality!
Icicles hanging from my eyelids
before the wintry glow of the sun,
which is nowhere near to thaw tearcicles.
These frozen chimneys,
when thawed,
billow the black smoke of my breakdown!
The alpenglow on the snow-capped summits
of...
Realism is a distant, flickering star.
I know not what the tastes of reality are.
Some will share this glimmering sky with me,
and to them, fortunate enough to see
a surrealist, star-blanketed day-sky.
I abide by the lonely confines of the only home...
It is a firestorm
that rages and whirls within my body,
that no hand of sanity can smother.
My innards burn,
my blood boils,
the flesh upon me bubbles.
Sane, as I may have been before,
the virtues that encased this body with innocence
has long but...
As I remember, I learn to forget
the buoyant memories that linger.
When I am foundering, I resurface,
only to drown in the world’s stigma.
As masking as the calm, glassy sheet
segregating this pond of thought is,
this curtain between dreams
and the world has...
Mirrors mirroring not
what mirrors mirror.
Drinking this mirage,
emulating my form.
Echoes of reflecting thoughts
exuding an air of sorrow.
The presences within the glass,
weeps deeply at its glassy heart.
A blind man I am,
staring into this mirror.
Blinded in darkness,
yet sighting the pain.
These curtained eyes,
sightful...
Thanks. It’s a wonder publishers nor agents are getting back to me to publish my work. Read your piece: Brutal. Very deep and kept me hooked.
Daniel