#plummeting - Hello Poetry

There is a plummeting within me I reckon not unlike tumble **** in a lone, stranded desert That of violence so long silenced That of anger, and hail storms upon freshly blossomed hyacinths a smothered baby bird or a tree towed down Repressed, the twigs and shrivelled seedlings cry out and dry gusts hear One upon other lunges And I, them weeds— them weeds— and more, a deafening brawl Rolled, as wool, into an orb That laughs an unkept, dimming painting Jumps over rocks this wicked, rotten child, And descends under still Perhaps— A brick that stumbles out the wall of my skull and down my depths, it begins to explore The den where an injured bird snores bleeding And ceramic bars that surround Down still— A churning, twisting furnace Burning all menace to gold And labyrinths beneath Restless as they warp upon themselves— Them groaning snakes It plummets down still past the stars past the battered moon On, on ’til the cracked rocks Pull it under, under, under and my steps feel heavy A fat brick kiln burping within And steam and smoke strangely slither Then one more brick breaks loose then one more, then— and there is a plummeting within me Like that of beads from a broken necklace They lurk from flesh to flesh Climb up my bare white trees filled with mud This faded landscape painting claws down my spine And ***** its stollen hues out Like those of battles or slaughtered moths Of old, crinkled terrors etched with foolery Hymns of fury undissolved and those of naked, shivering sheep a kitten’s skull stuck down the drain There’s a plummeting within me terrifying, and disgusting; angry and beautiful— all hyped up to scream I fear the landslides will carry me along and I will let them.

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Apr 24, 2021

Apr 24, 2021 at 5:35 PM UTC

Ayesha

A plummeting within

There is a plummeting within me I reckon not unlike tumble **** in a lone, stranded desert That of violence so long silenced That of anger, and hail storms upon freshly blossomed hyacinths a smothered baby bird or a tree towed down Repressed, the twigs and shrivelled seedlings cry out and dry gusts hear One upon other lunges And I, them weeds— them weeds— and more, a deafening brawl Rolled, as wool, into an orb That laughs an unkept, dimming painting Jumps over rocks this wicked, rotten child, And descends under still Perhaps— A brick that stumbles out the wall of my skull and down my depths, it begins to explore The den where an injured bird snores bleeding And ceramic bars that surround Down still— A churning, twisting furnace Burning all menace to gold And labyrinths beneath Restless as they warp upon themselves— Them groaning snakes It plummets down still past the stars past the battered moon On, on ’til the cracked rocks Pull it under, under, under and my steps feel heavy A fat brick kiln burping within And steam and smoke strangely slither Then one more brick breaks loose then one more, then— and there is a plummeting within me Like that of beads from a broken necklace They lurk from flesh to flesh Climb up my bare white trees filled with mud This faded landscape painting claws down my spine And ***** its stollen hues out Like those of battles or slaughtered moths Of old, crinkled terrors etched with foolery Hymns of fury undissolved and those of naked, shivering sheep a kitten’s skull stuck down the drain There’s a plummeting within me terrifying, and disgusting; angry and beautiful— all hyped up to scream I fear the landslides will carry me along and I will let them.

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A mere phantom roaming Earth with no apparent direction Miserably yelling Yearning for connection Tossed to and fro Invisible waves Into the depths of echoing caves Not knowing why life I was given is cursed Dangerous Yet still I plummet headfirst I do not know why the path I walk is not straight Crooked for so long I think it may be too late I hear cries Loved ones pleading me to turn around From so far I can barely make out the sound I shout back to them Am suddenly mute Voice inaudible Or at the most Minute My sore throat finding solace in silent surrender Healing with a touch so tender Stop a second to catch my breath Look into water and my eyes glimpse death

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Apr 10, 2020

Apr 10, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Plummeting

A mere phantom roaming Earth with no apparent direction Miserably yelling Yearning for connection Tossed to and fro Invisible waves Into the depths of echoing caves Not knowing why life I was given is cursed Dangerous Yet still I plummet headfirst I do not know why the path I walk is not straight Crooked for so long I think it may be too late I hear cries Loved ones pleading me to turn around From so far I can barely make out the sound I shout back to them Am suddenly mute Voice inaudible Or at the most Minute My sore throat finding solace in silent surrender Healing with a touch so tender Stop a second to catch my breath Look into water and my eyes glimpse death

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So close to the edge, one lose pebble could send me plummeting And I feel an earthquake coming

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC

Pauline_Morris

So Close

So close to the edge, one lose pebble could send me plummeting And I feel an earthquake coming

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I am plummeting. Faster than the speed of light. That even time slows down. I am plummeting. Falling from the the clouds. Into the deepest depths of the ocean. I am plummeting. Like an angel with wilted wings. All innocence is lost. I am plummeting. Headfirst. And i do not struggle. I am plummeting. A dying light. I no longer shine. I am plummeting. My lungs are tired. My screams shall not be heard. My tears shall be the diamonds, they glisten and radiate my sorrow. The angels are crying too. Because they know, They cannot save me. I am plummeting. Catch me.

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Jun 21, 2014

Jun 21, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC

arcticscreams

Plummeting

I am plummeting. Faster than the speed of light. That even time slows down. I am plummeting. Falling from the the clouds. Into the deepest depths of the ocean. I am plummeting. Like an angel with wilted wings. All innocence is lost. I am plummeting. Headfirst. And i do not struggle. I am plummeting. A dying light. I no longer shine. I am plummeting. My lungs are tired. My screams shall not be heard. My tears shall be the diamonds, they glisten and radiate my sorrow. The angels are crying too. Because they know, They cannot save me. I am plummeting. Catch me.

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