A nightmares fingertips.

by Darren   Jun 5, 2015


Triangular sunflowers littering those various passageways
linking morning to night again tonight
as I try breathing techniques
choking and chortling on vomit.

Track marks leading nowhere
tattoos juxtaposing artistic flair

This hot spoon could quite easily pop out an eyeball
looking at me from my cheek
as it rolls around in semi freedom

each time sleep offers me sanctuary
the intoxicating will for deprivation
wins the unspoken argument

this brain of mine, hidden for so long
now bulges and breathes on its own
desperate to push out the walls of bone
encasing it since birth

my fingertips are useless
primate skills returning
focus fleeting in all senses

everything I ever owned or loved
destroyed a little more
by a hit bypassing any responsibility

death refuses to release me
life kicks me once more
limbo licks my cheekbone
my needle points to home.

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  • 8 years ago

    by GB

    Weekly contest June 14th
    Judging comment:

    Interesting dark writing, the writer employed the metaphor excellently in many places, making the piece intense, resonant and very dynamic. The essence of the poem could refer to depression, frustration, boredom ... So much feelings expressed in perfect wording and last stanza was more than suitable as an end for such vent. Very enjoyable.

  • 8 years ago

    by Kate

    Woah, the last stanza.

    All I can picture is someone doing this at some slam poetry thing. It is a small bar, couple of tables surrounding a small stage. A dimly lit room and a light directly over the stage. Some late 20s/early 30s hispter doing this poem and getting so worked up and jnto it then he gets to the last stanza. Pauses, says it in a low voice. Doesnt thank the crowd and just walks off the stage for dramatic effect and the crowd snaps furiously, praising his awesomeness.

    Anyway, I loved it.

    • 8 years ago

      by Darren

      Thanks Kate, appreciate your comment.

  • 8 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    I love this, it creates a vivid scene that really does suck you into the story well. First this off a creepy feeling, by the title alone, but we each have different nightmares that we feel. so you could say this is personal but it has deep metaphors and imagery as well. Thoughts seem to be swirling inside and out inside and out, each nightmare comes to the next. I love how each stanza here can be or IS its own scene. This is a story and people might say it doesn't make sense but it does in a way. Eambling or not this poem is excellent. 5/5

    • 8 years ago

      by Darren

      Thanks James, appreciate your comment