The crisp buzz of static promises
bombarding the senses like a stirred swarm of hornets.
Hollow whispers soaring on corruption's breath
and alighting on wistful limbs,
plaguing their natures with a parasitic postulate.
Branches rustling and undulating like windswept hair,
splayed out in the infinite chasm of life.
Struggling, clinging, grasping,
begging for that which is not to come.
That which is mind not body.
What is and isn't.
With bone crunching cracks, those enlightened derelicts
are liberated through swift debilitation, careening
through the grasp of delusional, honeyed fingers,
avoiding eternal charm's seductive caress.
Another world, that prodigy taps on the keys
Creation, essence arises
He laughs
Plaintively
Another dimension, that prodigy reveals the fabric of the cosmos
Creation, essence arises
He laughs
Plaintively
Another universe, that prodigy summons God and Life appears
Creation, essence arises
He laughs
Plaintively
In reality, that prodigy stagnates
Decreation, essence consumed
He laughs...
Plaintively
To look at Her Beauty
through a pane of glass,
Is to cook a feast
that serves as ornament.
To shut the door before
crossing the foyer,
Is to tear up a letter
from a long lost friend.
To take shelter from
Her Eternal Benevolence,
Is to reject the
compassion of a stranger.
To shut yourself off
from Nature's Grasp,
Is to say no to the
Way.
Stagnant Sequestering... by CausticContraption, literature
Literature
Stagnant Sequestering...
Stagnant Sequestering, Sultry Suffocation
A dark street, lamp-less, peerless;
a filament weaving its way among giants.
Blue noise flickers brighter and duller,
filtering out into the night through
rain splattered windows.
A man calls from an escape hatch,
hollering between the rusted aluminum bars.
I can't quite make out what he's saying.
The lightning and rain drowns out his guttural growls.
His face, that of a derelict, is indistinguishable.
A child runs across the street but trips,
and falls into the musky waters of sewer puddles.
His clothes are strewn with garbage and decay.
He casts me a glance, a frisson passes over me
a
My inner self no longer pumped
with the sweet rejuvenation of blood.
A void was made, a vacuum
within the empty walls of my dying system.
Numbers were injected,
through the mathematical confines of a syringe
whose walls conceded to pi.
Bid farewell to imprecise estimation.
But there is always an erroneous inconsistency.
A number or two may have stuck
to the cyclic confines of this mechanism,
and that no doubt, accounts for my gaps in knowledge.
I didn't fret; my heart beat to the logical ecstasy
of a turbulent matrix synthesized
in the soul of a mathematical facility,
and baked to finish in a labratory.
These tides of figures
The crisp buzz of static promises
bombarding the senses like a stirred swarm of hornets.
Hollow whispers soaring on corruption's breath
and alighting on wistful limbs,
plaguing their natures with a parasitic postulate.
Branches rustling and undulating like windswept hair,
splayed out in the infinite chasm of life.
Struggling, clinging, grasping,
begging for that which is not to come.
That which is mind not body.
What is and isn't.
With bone crunching cracks, those enlightened derelicts
are liberated through swift debilitation, careening
through the grasp of delusional, honeyed fingers,
avoiding eternal charm's seductive caress.
Another world, that prodigy taps on the keys
Creation, essence arises
He laughs
Plaintively
Another dimension, that prodigy reveals the fabric of the cosmos
Creation, essence arises
He laughs
Plaintively
Another universe, that prodigy summons God and Life appears
Creation, essence arises
He laughs
Plaintively
In reality, that prodigy stagnates
Decreation, essence consumed
He laughs...
Plaintively
To look at Her Beauty
through a pane of glass,
Is to cook a feast
that serves as ornament.
To shut the door before
crossing the foyer,
Is to tear up a letter
from a long lost friend.
To take shelter from
Her Eternal Benevolence,
Is to reject the
compassion of a stranger.
To shut yourself off
from Nature's Grasp,
Is to say no to the
Way.
Stagnant Sequestering... by CausticContraption, literature
Literature
Stagnant Sequestering...
Stagnant Sequestering, Sultry Suffocation
A dark street, lamp-less, peerless;
a filament weaving its way among giants.
Blue noise flickers brighter and duller,
filtering out into the night through
rain splattered windows.
A man calls from an escape hatch,
hollering between the rusted aluminum bars.
I can't quite make out what he's saying.
The lightning and rain drowns out his guttural growls.
His face, that of a derelict, is indistinguishable.
A child runs across the street but trips,
and falls into the musky waters of sewer puddles.
His clothes are strewn with garbage and decay.
He casts me a glance, a frisson passes over me
a
I'll be gone for two weeks since I'm heading off on vacation. I'm going to China. It should be an interesting journey, and I shall post more when I return.
Until then, thank you to all who read or comment on my work while I am gone.
And thank you to everyone else! :)
I finally posted the story I've been working on!
Hopefully people rip it apart and tell me absolutely everything that is wrong and horrible with it. (But hopefully they also tell me what they enjoy, or what is good about it.)
I know it's long, so I really appreciate even if ONE person takes the time to read and comment. It would mean the world to me.
I don't know what to think of it myself. I find it very hard to judge my work. I don't know why. It could be a topic I'm incredibly enthusiastic about, but if I write about it I won't know whether it sucks or not. That's why I need everyone to be as blunt as possible with me.
I will make any