My thin line between love and hate,
Degrading time seeking more shame,
I'm just a coward with the same shank,
Every single night reminds me of the pain,
I'm truly twisted, sick and vicious, full of blemishes,
I'm blind, as I cry, the tears are dry, they lie,

An amazing wheel of colors spins around,
My eyes bleed as the are tossed to the ground,

My long winded tales of cowardice rape,
Forgetting that I had taught myself to wait,
Echos of voices line the walls that take shape,
They always said that I was naive to think,
Does my head echo the dead and relieve the rest,
Did they ask, when they lifted the glass, and crashed,

We always knew we would be finishing last, passed,
My water is filled with red, the dead, colored fast,

My visions of them continues to blast back,
Formulating itself into a psychosis of 'had,'
Had I only said what I meant to say it wouldn't have,
Wouldn't have become the tragedy, sparks and insanity, the 'can,'
A voice paid a price for the inactive crys,
Don't leave, not yet please, please, come back to me...

I like this even more reading from the bottom up.

I hear ya', baby. I am daily ashamed of my own emotional cowardice.

Haha, good eye.

Thanks for the compliments, both of you.

A voice paid a price for the inactive crys,
Don't leave, not yet please, please, come back to me...



loved this write.

I agree! It is amazing read bottom up!!

The music is reversible. But time is not. Turn back. Turn back. Turn back. Turn back.

Thanks! Glad you are enjoying my writing.

So I just read the three poems that you wrote that started with "Dreams". Then I read them backwards and in different sequences.

After Crimson, Sapphire seemed like a step towards impermanence. Instead of relating the feeling of being constantly entangled you used images like

"Colors dot my existence with disdain,
Littered with spots that draw a blank,"

which impress a less defined idea or color or life. Along with that the subject matter of Sapphire seemed to be focusing more on physical degradation and personal reflection, at the same time maintaining a sense of depersonalization. That one's my favorite.


I like the way Citrine reads in reverse. Very nice! Haha.
There's a sense of completion in this one. You note a "wheel of colors" and say "We always knew we would be finishing last, passed,", and it seems like everything is coming together in a sense and spinning around with the other concepts you touched on. This one seems to return to the personal struggle in Crimson, and if you look at them in a series as they were written it would suggest that this is the final evaluation of a life defined, deconstructed, and eventually redefined.

Or maybe I'm just talking out of my asterisk.

Very much enjoyed all three. Great writes, man.

Most enjoyable and I think I prefer reading it from the bottom up

enjoyed ((fear))

Thank you! Awesome, loving the replies.

Thanks for the feedback, plastic. Much appreciated. Citrine is a movement ahead, but there are still more to the series I'm yet to write.