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 Iāve 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 overā¦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
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
And like the greatest symphony
I overpower
the screaming
and let my demon sing.
Strong, strong chords..
Thanks for sharing this wonderful prose..
i can hear you leading the march... indeed let us write ~
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.
~Kelvin
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
This is a powerful storm of poetry...passion, imagery, all mixed together that rises far into the air.
Haunting!
Brava!
Lady Nyo
I hope you never stop writing. It would be a criminal waste if you did.
I like the strength of this piece.. very well done..
now go WRITE!!!!
Charles Elliott
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.
"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 ā„
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
All the comments here are richly deserved and thoroughly earned by this rich and passionate poem.
Stabbing quills puncture skin
and
Feather tipped, bloody whip
Wonderfully nasty imagery here.
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!
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
quite an intense (and liberating) piece.