"metalic" poems
Trapped in the definition of his interior,
he had become an invisible thing.
In moods deeper than dark ebony
repetitive folding and unfolding of nefarious reasons
pushed him to step outside his restricted vision.
Lost perhaps?
Or provisionally eclipsed?
A luminous slash hinged his door,
the cicatrice between brooding paralysis and explicit dreams.
............
Here on the ledge,
teetering on the cusp of obscurity and mountains blinding peak,
his sight catches a net
streaming from an open window-
billowing freedom.
A metalic thread glitters through him,
its coppery tang branching across clenched fibres
igniting his fingers, his tongue.
A mute cloud disperses.
He stands in the presence of a revelation.
Through the smoke of his eyes
he steps off the threshold
plunging into burnished sun,
his head incandescent with foreign scents.
copyright © Caroline Grace 2012
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 6:35 AM UTC
How long the rumbling chord ebbs on
irregular in dull augment
of endless streaming green and brown
An audience to long hours spent
The soperific drone plays for
a tired dance of shifting limbs
What contrast with the streaming track
That blurred metalic weaving score
Then all at once the score divides
The conductor's signal brass
The final movement slows and so
the blur takes form of brick and grass
The orchestra all rise as one
and bow below the luggage racks
A final clunk, the doors release,
the journey ends and life unpacks.
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 2:47 PM UTC
They say that wisdom comes with age
that knowledge slowly worms it's way into your mind
that each day brings forth new ideas, new connections, new moments
that molds your not fully developed brain into a somewhat more stable shape.
I have moved another year forward
now have 22 years under my belt.
22 years of jam packing tidbits and statistics
from places I've never been,
and yet that aged wisdom still escapes me.
I feel as though I have Benjamin Buttoned myself
to a time before I ever existed,
an empty chasm of isolation where asking a question
feels even more difficult than finding an answer.
These pieces of myself are falling away
as easily as my baby teeth fell from my mouth
that metalic taste faded like the edges of a picture
labeled summer '03.
My eyes are crinkled,
lines mark my cheeks whenever I smile,
and my mind is fogged with the things I feel
I don't know.
Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 11:09 PM UTC
you're
crying
and as you walk
down the dimly
lit glass hallway
the faces on the walls
wave
in your breeze
of sadness and
iron oxide tears.
every surface in
your mind is
covered
in a thick layer of
concrete dust
and you wonder
how long before
your nose
takes a dive
sneezing
too often
to breathe.
there is clay
everywhere
and you can't see
the cracks
between your
knuckles
under the
thick layer of
thought.
as far as art
departments go
you're not feeling
so creative
painted or
charcoal
it doesn't matter
when there is more
brown paper offered
to you every
time you believe
you've failed.
would you believe me
if i told you that a
newspaper and a pair
of old blue eyes
reminded me
and maybe you too
that there is somebody
out there
who actually
cares.
press that
thumbtack
into the wall
slowly
pin down
everything
you've tried to
forget
and avoid
stabbing your
finger into
the perforated
abused and
continually
rotated
corkboard.
you're not
wirebound
anymore
i promise
only your
entwined metalic
thoughts.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
Today the air is enlightened -
Rich in velvet echoes,
Urging me to embrace the outside.
Where colours play loud
And I was plain white.
... the sun looked frightened.
I breathed the life around
Felt the happiness, but not mine -
A dense silence folowed me behind,
I heard voices - "It's time to hide"
One gaze and they became white.
I looked ahead and hills have awakened.
Timeless monsters shove the sun away,
The life around was dreadfully shaken
My skin is evaporating - my feet sway;
I looked down and my legs were white smoke -
My hair is dancing all over the sky,
Breathing isn't necessary here - invoke
The soul I once had and make it stay
Between imaterial ashes and words said
Decades ago, in a basement of white roses -
Metalic touches, the unworthy innocent
Will lie in dreams of the chosen
Drowning in my opaque eyes.
Nothingness looks surreal and bright
From here -
Slowly I will fade to white
"And all the sudden, I can feel..."
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
The little metal box it.hides in plain site behind the velvet painting of a Zulu warrior slightly off center a bit to the right.
The warrior. Hmmm.No The vault.
A naked dwarf. He struggles quietly at midnight to gather and drag my blocks of raw marble across crystaline floors to the vaault then
He stands there for hours before clcking the numbers.Clack goes the handle. Success.
The hinges have rusted since last deposit. He looks furtively over his shoulder as the metalic groan turns to a squeek. Abra cadabra.
Time to do work. Stealthy old fella he whistles while he works.
One block,two, three and so.
He forces the stones through a the four square door.
Rubs his hands together. Wipes the drivle from his chin
Then walks out the door backwards. The one he came in.
My vault is reloaded with pleasure and pain.
So I can write poetry again and again.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
the walker, bends,
her lycra-clad hips,
to check her addidas laces.
she has walked,
many, many miles
in this life.
all, in the pursuit,
of the, body beautiful.
and now, has the
musculsture,
of an aged chicken.
all string and rope,
under sagging skin.
she breathes deeply,
sips, from a metalic bottle
and begins,
the downward journey,
into the unenviable,
inevitablity of ageing.
she smiles and
gives me a cheery wave,
as she passes on by.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
Metalic and Cold
press to my veins
in a coveted hold
your kiss is my lead
you help my stead
you clear the fright inside me
If only for a moment
you transfix me
the rise of scarlet waves
it splits the seas
only for me
my freedom lovers light
The calm washes down
to my frown
lift up
pure like holly water
to panting breath
you give me yet the sight
high as a laughting cloud
You save me yet
a mighty net
sterling clean and sharp
my friend your intuition
Lets me stay in commision
My
Blood Drops
For Me
To See
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
City storms and maddening proposals
why not stay simple and kiss
No extravagent nights hitting the shops
"But the economy dropped" you hear
Then lets follow back to simpler rooms
To the uncut fields and
life support barn frames that glint softly
through the cowboy hat reflections
Take to the tire swing dragging over seams of the hurt skies
Scraping the bottom of the barrels
Go to the old country and in
our eyes
the metalic skin does not envy us
For it has novels it wrote to speak
Lets make it new again
Pulling the ashtray clouds
And gasoline tears through the messy cottontails
Let us not be caught as we adventure
Inside thickets of pasts and childhood books
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
WW
( (•) (•) )
v
~<>~
X
I see you
--- --- --- ---
Metalic dreams !
Spider man love !
•
She calls to me to come out of the vast fascism
That has become
The death knell song
We worship
••
( the fascist song we worship )
I WUV YOU I WUV YOU
WON'T YOU **** ME PLEASE
MY KNEES ARE SO ******
FROM CRAWLING ALONG
I CAN'T HARDLY EAT THE ****
OFFA THE STREET
THAT THE FASCIST PIGS
OF THIS CORPORATE STATE
HAVE LEFT FOR US
TO HUMILIATE
ANY REAL FEELINGS WE MIGHT STILL HAVE
••
I see you
••
She calls to me to come to her
In a real sense
For real love
••
She says
LEAVE THESE DEAD POETS TO THEIR
SELF AMUSING IDIOCIES !
THEY WON'T CHANGE
THEY ONLY REINFORCE EACH OTHER 'S PAIN
TO EASE THEIR OWN
••
( she too
Sees ---- you )
••
Sweet mercy !
Compassion !
Grace !
••
( is BERYLDOV LEW correct ? )
Is this healing humor
Or hurtful sarcasm ? )
••
Does anyone care what wisdom remains
In the metallic dreams
Dying
Dying
In our Spider-Man hearts ?
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
I rested on a bench on a bank of a canal.
The grey steady sky gradually broke blue.
It was cold, but the sun soon shone through
thawing the chill from my bones.
A sparrow landed beside me on the green metalic seat.
Glanced at me once then eyed
the debris gathered by my feet.
Not spying any decent morsels to eat,
it took to the sky and flew.
As I watched it go
I heard my soul whispering,
"please take me with you."
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
The first time
You strapped that blue leather
Around my neck
And held me against your chest
My mind was torn open-
The world I knew disappeared-
And there was only you
To surrender to.
As you guided me
And I followed
Walking without hesitation
And feeling without fear...
I knew even days after
I would still be able to hear
The high metalic sound
Of that cold, clinking steal.
And any perception of being
I once thought that I had
Was shattered forever
In those moments.
The world without that clinky strap
Of beautiful blue leather
would never look the same-
Would never again be enough.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
I walked alone
down this empty road
trying to find
what i left behind,
where could it have gone?
who could have taken it?
went through my mind
it wasnt special
it wasnt expensive
but it was important to me
and I love it
it slipped away
out of my broken heart
I find it now
under the bathroom sink
I feel its cold, metalic metal
I grip it tight
and feel the blood
slip from the cut
the sting is what
releases my pain
after several more
deeper cuts
I slide my friend
back under the sink.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
I never asked for the crown,
Yet he insisted I wear it,
Despite my protests,
He swore to protect me,
And put on armor,
To fend off evil foes,
But all I ever asked for,
Was his love,
I don't need him to protect me,
I've got my own armor,
I wear it proudly in my eyes,
They glint with it's metalic sheen,
I'm not as weak as I seem,
I am just seeking the one I love
I'm seeking for my King
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
I drowned in a metalic pool.
Yet needing more varnish
each coat felt like sub polar pain.
I sought dying like a goaded swan,
yet out shone by my newly acquired nail polish
still possessed enough attraction
even in surrender,
to brush your ergo
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
tied a baloon
to the tombstone
of her best friend
in the cemetery
A puffy metalic-blue
number two
marking the passing
of her anniversary.
She shuddered then cried
till she spied
her sobbing complexion
in the balloons reflection.
Heard her friend laughing at her
she needed that,
oh how she needed that.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
I see him there next to me
His slender tail swinging from the tree.
He raises his eleghant head
I reach out my hand and in his fur it embeds.
As my fingers stretch
His metalic claws flex.
He twistes his head to one side
Gives out a roar opening wide.
His long canines gleaming white
Reminding me that he's a carnivore of the night.
His stripes, my hands do trace
But he lets out a growl, it is not my place.
His stripes are the colours of black and brown
He wears them like a thorned crown.
I look into his firey eyes
Knowing this is all a disguise
As on both our heads we do share
A specific scar under our hair.
With our births it had begun
Him and I, we are one
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
Gathered up the sticks and stones,
metalic chains that tied down bones.
twist gibberish from mithered mind,
poisonous scolpamine that makes it bind.
throw in angst, grief ,abuse and pain,
the manic , depressed clown, sudden sane,
projections coloured, in black and blue,
silvered mirror, which reflects you too,
tapping feet, to tell his story,
vibrating, whirring, hate and gory,
tangled hair, in love and war,
left the house, she went too far,
Eve's cursed with all honest, gentle, meek,
an act of love, was taught to seek,
not in public, lies, their great shame,
it's ***** ops, they got it covered,
none Independent to Post,
All is hidden in the Sun,
With ***** Mirror,
one cannot find
junk Mail sings to tapped Telegragh.
none Express the Times,
News reels out fear, in pantomimes,
bowed to the fiddle player,
President, Minister, Senator , Mayor,
dressed in copper, gold, inked paper, bit coins,
buried in weighted tonnes, aground,
strawman arguments, plentiful found,
mutter mumbo jumbo,
about survival of fittest,
serfs was born, to be that hitlist,
elequent etonians, buzzing fabian tales,
once bolting cheetahs, now, well fattened snails,
More occult jibes, from outer polished cups,
with poisoned inner, She passes up,
If sinning became winning,
patient, with time locked down, spinning,
weaving multicoloured threads,
of too man-y voices in her head.
Found alchemical gold in solitary cell,
Thanks to the Fathers Heavenly spell,
unravelled her story, from sickness to well.
Omnipresent, all round, all high,
nothing hidden from his all seeing eye.
Good things come, for those who wait,
lockdown will serve the meek and kind,
the architects soon stricken blind,
believe their own lies,
think their bots are real,
love is truth, for those who feel.
Feb 12, 2022
Feb 12, 2022 at 12:50 AM UTC
honi soit qui mal y pense revisited
and revised:
may he be shamed who
thinks badly of it:
better:
may he be shamed who does
not think anything of it -
and how does that one go?
airs my darling, airs,
chem-sex ******** -
antibiotic overdose wankers -
that's how it goes in li'ill england -
t t t t - mind the t as you mind
r as you mind the g, and the gap
on the curve of the bank underground
station... with its metalic banshee
sound...
ah! there we have it,
gentlemen, hold on to your wigs -
honi soit qui rien y pense.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
The nail of my thumb brushes a scab,
The raw skin stinging.
My fingers clench, nails imbedding themselves in my palms.
Was chewing the side of my cheek.
Could taste the metalic in my spit.
Could clearly hear my thoughts.
Or what I thought where my thoughts.
Couldn’t tell them between.
Murmur and word, Couldn't
Lower my voice
To a point
Where she wouldn't flinch
When only my lips would tremble.
Wanted to take back what
she didn’t know.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 6:05 PM UTC
The feeling is stuck in my throat.
My insides are dry and tasteless.
Tears want to well in the sockets of my eyes if I would let them.
My heart jumps into my head and a frenzy of feeling comes flashing through my mind like a splatter of blood dashed upon a windshield of a car going 90 mph.
Metalic tastes fill my mouth and I try to think about the taste, anything but thinking the thoughts in my head that want to shout at me. They tell me I did this to myself, if I had listened to them this wouldnt have happened to me in the way it had...that I would be in control and others would do as I say instead of always the other way around.
I look at the ground and see ants on the ground as I try to focus on other things, take the thoughts in my head and make them smaller and less than what they are.
Ants are funny things, I think to myself in that moment, rather small and not too bright.
Happy to do as their told and follow....like me.
This makes the thoughts more emboldened in my mind and they tear through like a sharp knife through crisp clean white paper.
My eyes close and open as I try to listen to words from another.
I can hear the person in front of me speaking, not making eye contact is slightly more appealing than actually doing so.
I'm just listening...standing....being.
I feel dizzy, drunk. I notice my head hurts and theres a faint ring in my ears as I ask myself what I did to deserve this.
Was it really me? Did I do this to myself? If so why?
I dont realize it now but I will ask myself these things later without answering them.
Now, as always, my physical insides have their turn to answer the emotional changes that have happened over the last 10 seconds.
My stomach constricts, the metalic taste in my mouth that has been an almost a welcomed companion in these few horrible seconds has been replaced with the taste of my own bile as I feel the burning in my throat take over the other changes in my mind and my heart
.
The moment is now over, my body starts to recover from the beating my mind and heart have caused.
As I look at the ground..... the ants I noticed before, are in a line around the corner. They have started devouring a small yellow bird that had fallen a few feet away in the green grass and sunlight of the day.
Is it really worth it?
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
A hello from my Estranged Acidic Lover
Mixed with the scent of Lysol Wipes
I was using to scrub the Oven Door
Left me with a Metalic Taste
That raised my Iron Levels
I grew Irritable and Irrational
The beads of my sweat turned Silver
Plink plink fell to The Ground
With a heavy Speed
So I grabbed my Broom and Dustpan
Swept up the teared Weight
Covering the Floor
Before I could Slip
And threw them in the Trash
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC
alone, wolfs been tracking me
around every corner I see him
big, gray, beastly, black fangs
tempting me to veer off to fear
to lose my place, panic, scream
I've seen him before, he's as cold
as his hot metalic tinged breath
Life comes to him but never goes
time to stand my ground, I need
a new wolf skin pelt to lay on
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC