Poetry / The Imposing of Nightmares
The fears I gain in dreams
are the portrait of a dim bliss
ornamented with melancholic streams
scent of dust and grim masks.
My heartbeat pumps thorns
creates spasms under sweated sheets
until it strikes my skin
to a blurred aurora in the awakening.
A silence dressed in death
contrasting the rays of a benign Sun
that smoothes in depth
the sins of my illusionary crimes.
The sink doesn’t wash my frigid eyes
nor mourning kisses on pedestrian ways
waiting thirsty for my acquaintance
of banal context and distant glances.
These thoughts of self-damnation
are suddenly drifted by a blink of the skies
brewing a familiar and sinister essence
the window conceals a shimmering light.
A colossal morning of the unkind
radiating stories that I can sense
of dark aeons shaping mankind
with my nightmares, now made of flesh.
They dessicate the liberty of Incubus
to create demons of chaos and lust
that succumb the wisdom of the elders
into a gradual emptiness of disorder.
These shades with mazarine faces
corroded the world but not me
as I’m the core from which they breathe,
the reason of their existence.
They’re a reflection of my darknened heart
that soon evolved my being as a virus
and spread outside my mind as a plague
making the nightmares overwhelmingly real.
And eternally in this nothingness
I wait, with a pain I can’t unravel.
Observing fragments of myself,
left to wander unsettled.
Roaming time and its absence,
they’re holders of gloom and despair.
Randomly merging in synchrony
they glitter blackness, the loss.
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Some parts of this poem hinted at some good imagery. But it became cluttered in a stereotypical poem. There was a great deal of clutter in this poem which made it difficult to reach the content. Some of the words were signal words “death”, “melancholic”, “aurora”, “demons”, “core” that appear again and again when writers try to write poetry. Let’s take as an example “melancholic”. What is meant exactly by this word? The traditional poetic meaning is diferent than the general idea, but both are used concurrently in writing.
The descriptions worked against narrative, as did some of the phrasing. The phrasing is, again, archaic and poem like, without achieving poetry. This isn’t to say, that the poem was uninteresting, or ineffective, it is saying that the effective and strong mood was fighting with the standard conception of what a poem should sound like.
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