The Screaming ~ OpenLinkNight Week 3 ~ dVersePoets

Here in my little country bubble, I am surrounded with people who simply do not understand my desire to write.  Whether they get read or not, I write because I have to. I have journals and notebooks from the age of ten to prove it.  When I don't write...I shrivel up and start to doubt not just me but the world in general. When I do write, I work it out, I settle the great debates, and I choose to keep going.  When I don't write, even the people who don't understand my compulsion notice...I get messed up, my thoughts aren't clear.  They don't know I'm not writing, but they notice.  So, it is with a huge thank you to you readers who DO understand, who share my compulsion, that I offer up this piece, for better or for worse.  And it is an even bigger thank you I offer to OpenLinkNight and dVersePoets for bringing us driven souls together. Write on Poets...we need you now more than ever!

The Screaming

Darkness invites me, the mystery,
shadowless
I think I’ve no need to hide, to cower.
What I cannot see cannot hurt me
or so I have foolishly been lead to believe.

Ingesting the black, swallowing air
stagnant now
it thickens, the darkness swells
taking over…who I thought was me
The eternal mystery
Salvation waits not
at my door

Universes rise at my command
Visions within the black
As suddenly the eye I have never owned
Opens to potentiality
Nightmares race as kingdoms topple
A history of anarchy
As our true gods remain forgotten
For the sake of selfish endeavors
And tumultuous fortunes

Demons appear
And my conditioning forces me to run
Not realizing, I race away
From the self I had forgotten
Because that was what I was told to do

Stabbing quills puncture skin
Fueling ancient, wicket pen
My demon

And like the hero that never was
I rise to face it
Feather tipped, bloody whip
My fist clenches
Death grip
And I allow his embrace
Feeding the need
Driving the passion
Cold yet burning

And suddenly empowered
I can finally hear them
And in constant silence
I laugh out loud
And like the greatest symphony
I overpower
the screaming
and let my demon sing.

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Comments

Pat Hatt said…
"Like the hero that never was"

Great line there
You go and let them have it even if you have to swear
Yeah I get some funny looks too
Especailly with the rhyming stuff I do..lol
But I don't care and just go at it
Having my fit
Never did it until recently though
Guess my muse took a while to show
So let the demon sing
And that's simply the lets Face it Facts of the thing..haha

Oh and first too
Been a while since I was first here with you..haha
Uneven Stephen said…
Awesome write! It's like you are haunted by your own words, or rather the thought of not being able to free them. Beautiful closing lines - I like the imagery of a singing demon!
Brian Miller said…
boom....haha. you go some wicked flow and rhyme going on today tash...feather tipped whip eh? oh i know the conpulsion to write and when unable how it can jack you up...i got that...unleash that demon....
Mark Kerstetter said…
And if you don't stab that demon and make her sing then you become the demon? The situation you describe is like one of those nightmares that has no form or sense, it's just a swirling churning magma of the soul. Poetry gives form to the mess.
Bubba said…
I think "WRITE ON!" should be our manta, our catch-phrase, our slogan for t-shirts and bumper stickers.
hedgewitch said…
Know so what you mean, Tash. Writing has sometimes been the only thing I had to hang onto, and always the medium I've used to try to figure it all out. The last two stanzas in this are triumphant and strong, fitting conclusion to a well-written excursion into the soul.
Anonymous said…
Wonderful line: 'and let my demon sing." Very visual.
Anonymous said…
So much description in your work today... victory over the demon!
Anonymous said…
Masses of intense energy tonight Tash.. all leading to this victorious finale:

And like the greatest symphony
I overpower
the screaming
and let my demon sing.

Strong, strong chords..
Scarlet said…
I have long suppressed my writing for years and years; it is only now that I am writing so it is very cathartic for me to write now.

Thanks for sharing this wonderful prose..
i can hear you leading the march... indeed let us write ~
Powerful words...and words are powerful. Great imagery you garner from words under your command.
Unknown said…
I enjoyed the fever in the pace of this piece, so reflective of that compelling need. Wonderful write ~ Rose
Tom Eliot said…
Woah... Natasha....my anti hero killer queen...doin it on the wicked side...smiles
a ferocious wrie Nat. Raging and Engaging.

Keep hold of those note books... I lost 20 years worth of writing once in unusual circumstances.. i miss that stuff.

Its great to be able to look back.
Claudia said…
what you say about writing...yes - i agree and i so know what you mean tashi - it's like fighting demons sometimes - i so get this. just last night i couldn't sleep, was so restless and thousand things running through my mind...and then i started to write, bled it out, summed it up...and slept like a child afterwards
Anonymous said…
Keep writing for your life! I like hearing your ocean of passion roar.
kelvin s.m. said…
..we all need to go such harsh in life at times, i believe... the ability to write is always given but the ability to write something that matters and affects is a rare chance... for one so bashful and unsocial like me, i badly need writing into my life to express those words i kept and killed for the sake of not being misunderstood when i let 'em all pass by... writing is my refuge and my savior from the suffocating aura of the social world... and yeah..let our demons sing and our misery laughs.. You're a sensitive soul! So precious and rare!

~Kelvin
Unknown said…
Great write Tash. Love the piece especially this:
Demons appear
And my conditioning forces me to run
Not realizing, I race away
From the self I had forgotten
Because that was what I was told to do

Stabbing quills puncture skin
Fueling ancient, wicket pen
My demon

Lovely the way you phrased that and the flow that came from it, awesome, through and through
Louise said…
I love this, and would agree that the need to write is empowering...but seems my 'demon' has deserted me of late. I'm puzzled as to why, maybe he's gone off to haunt other's for a while..but I'm missing him.. ;)
Glynn said…
A nightmare, coming from the self and battling with the self. Amazing poem, Natasha.
Lady Nyo said…
Oh Natasha...this week we both write on demons!!

This is a powerful storm of poetry...passion, imagery, all mixed together that rises far into the air.

Haunting!

Brava!

Lady Nyo
Fireblossom said…
Damn right. These particular demons are like Dr. Pepper, so misunderstood!

I hope you never stop writing. It would be a criminal waste if you did.
lynne said…
Yes in deed Tasha.. write whenever wherever on whatever for to compress those thoughts and emotions makes Jill a confused girl..

I like the strength of this piece.. very well done..
now go WRITE!!!!
ayala said…
I love this! Writing is salvation !
Anonymous said…
Do you play a fiddle when your demons sing? In Nova Scotia, I've noticed, it seems to be quite the thing! My guess is the black air is coming from that refinery over in Dartmouth. Thanks for this one!

Charles Elliott
Joe Hesch said…
Yep, universes rise at your command and they fall just as quickly. You'll note I didn't say as easily. We all know how hard it is to expose our thoughts and feelings, how difficult it can be just to squeeze them out of their rocky holds.

This is why you're such an inspiration to us, Tasha. Talent, heart, grace, and the courage to express yourself fully are all presented in this piece. Keep all those quills close at hand. They help the notebooks fly.
Anonymous said…
no better line ever written than ~

"and let my demon sing."

powerful imagery and the last two stanza's really reached out and grabbed me. are there any creative people without demons?

Love this!
dani ♥
Reflections said…
Not sure if my comment went through... powerful, wonderful depth and capture of the demons so many of us deal with.
Sheila said…
write those demons out. I feel the same way. I ask myself every so often why most of my poetry is about painful topics, gruesome, depressing at times and then I realize if they aren't on paper then they're still in me which is when the craziness starts - and people notice! lol - just like you said. this is an awesome poem, very powerful and moving.
Anonymous said…
Natasha, what a passionate and riveting invocation of the Muse -- and even more, a celebration of the freedom that not even the Muse can take from you.

These lines depicting the poet's enthrallment are stunning ...

As suddenly the eye I have never owned
Opens to potentiality


... all the more because of the victory that you later claim:

And suddenly empowered
I can finally hear them
And in constant silence
I laugh out loud
And like the greatest symphony
I overpower
the screaming
and let my demon sing.


Great stuff. Your work is inspiring!

David
I think practise makes a man perfect.Great post. I like it.
James Rainsford said…
Natasha, You must be encouraged and gratified by all these perceptive and complimentary comments. Even though we all write alone and deal with our own demons its heartening when our talent and efforts are truly appreciated.
All the comments here are richly deserved and thoroughly earned by this rich and passionate poem.
Carys said…
There's real acceleration in this piece Natasha, from the shadows to your almost revelatory ending. My fave lines

Stabbing quills puncture skin

and

Feather tipped, bloody whip

Wonderfully nasty imagery here.
Anonymous said…
Well, you do have demons...but you let them out for all of us to see in this lucious, dark, velvet write. What a beauty! Thanks for sharing.
Ann Grenier said…
All the compliments have been spoken. You have so creatively described releasing your demons through your pen.
In our words do we live, in our words do we die
steveroni said…
We will not regret the past, nor wish to shut the door on it...for now we can WRITE!

The most infinitesimal piece of my life is part of a brick of those which this building is constructed. Let the demons come forth--they now can only allow me to help another, who suffers the same demons.

I might be way off here, but this is the context in which I read your well written piece, Natasha.

What do I hear? Is it singing? it is those demons of which Natasha has written--grin!!!!

PEACE!
Victoria said…
Oh, girlfriend, this is just charged with power and darkness. Some really effective images here.
signed...bkm said…
Stabbing quills puncture skin
Fueling ancient, wicket pen


Wicked rhyme here....just love it and the whole write....one of my fav's....thank you much for sharing your muse...bkm
RMP said…
it's easy to run from the demons...but there is no greater feeling than facing them head on and showing the what your truly made of.

quite an intense (and liberating) piece.
Unknown said…
I definitely get this. I put writing away for awhile, and it nearly drove me crazy. I thought is was a selfish indulgence, so I tried to "grow up" and quit. I no longer believe that at all. It is a part of me. Always will be. Great write :)
Baishali said…
an amazing poem of a strange battle ... loved coming to your blog :)

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