Several weeks pass

rollings

but after these weeks have passed
(and each night)
the howling
haunts from the back through both sides to the front
which is hard to do
from the middle of nowhere
a sound actually heard when midnight goes from left to right past you

tremors

when body dissolves
with it the sense of solidity
leaving only bones
and the howling starts
the terror of annihilation comes with
the feeling of being tiny, being swept aside
gone are the comfort zones the air bags the shock absorbers the springs
with it the trembling bones shaking and raking within the metal can
beyond this is the wind
to feel pure breeze deep inside
beyond the chill
and inside the shivering void
is a gust, a gale, a breath
being breathed through to find new life
way beyond the fear of protecting all we've amassed
mass gives way to exposure and tenderness
before it's renewed

brianlux

tremors wrote:

tremors wrote:

Note to self: I need to buy an old Nick Drake LP as soon as humanly possible

Mystical strangeness indeed today. Have never seen one of these, in three years of looking - but today my vinyl charity shop had a whole load of new stuff in - top of the pile was this one



Now I do indeed own a Nick Drake record! 4 days on from publishing my request I must try this more often!

Feeling gratitude towards whoever is running the universe

Nick Drake an vinyl-- AWESOME!! :thumbup:

tremors

time passes, a year passes
and my thoughts click with every word
like the cogs on an imperfect machine
looking back it feels reassuring
to recognise nonsense as nonsense
anger as anger
and desperation as fact

PilateOfTheStorm

tremors wrote:

always looking down on something
always peering in the window from outside
always trying to stay one step ahead
of the gnawing feeling
gnawing at my guts
this year we learn
one step ahead is still enough

Rollings wrote:

but after these weeks have passed
(and each night)
the howling
haunts from the back through both sides to the front
which is hard to do
from the middle of nowhere
a sound actually heard when midnight goes from left to right past you

tremors wrote:

when body dissolves
with it the sense of solidity
leaving only bones
and the howling starts
the terror of annihilation comes with
the feeling of being tiny, being swept aside
gone are the comfort zones the air bags the shock absorbers the springs
with it the trembling bones shaking and raking within the metal can
beyond this is the wind
to feel pure breeze deep inside
beyond the chill
and inside the shivering void
is a gust, a gale, a breath
being breathed through to find new life
way beyond the fear of protecting all we've amassed
mass gives way to exposure and tenderness
before it's renewed

my favourite three consecutive posts. ever.

they are beyond brilliant.

PilateOfTheStorm

wow, this thread is delicious.

you two - tremors & rollings - are inspiring. the writing that has filled up in here is simply great. so much grit, and edge. and just everything wonderful - too much to pick out - i'd probably end up picking each thing out . i've had to re-read things again and again.

your writing compliment's each others so well, it's fun to read and see how each poem bounces off each other. or flows from the previous one. there is definitely this flow to it. great to see, seriously.

Rollings wrote:

giving in, not up
turning to, not from
living with, a given
can't live without
you think
you've trained to ignore
what your heartbeats deplore

Rollings wrote:

everything for me
resonates "temporary"...

^favourite things I've read that you've written. identifying with a lot in here but perhaps those two and the one below, the most?....it's beautiful.

tremors wrote:

electric friends feel something they don't
terribly uncertain of which way to go
'to whom do I speak?'
matters not
in the grand scheme of things
things in the grand scheme of things
often get lost
melting like ice cubes into the ocean of something
us, seeking something, often one thin thread is enough
just the faintest glimmer of humanity
to recognise another
stranger heart beating

my light is back on
I hear two clocks ticking
it's restful
it's always restful before midnight
after that things get decidedly worse

^it's like you read my mind, tremors, just like that other poem i pm'd you about. this one resonates with me, it's crazy how much. definitely a favourite and one that i'll come back to read again and again.

tremors

PilateOfTheStorm wrote:

my favourite three consecutive posts. ever.
.

Surely not more favourite than three posts in the 'Pics where Eddie looks Hot' thread?


thank you very much for your words Pilate. Yes, I am always inspired by Rollings' writing. It's nice to turn around words ideas and images with another soul. Glad you are getting something from it too!

rollings

PilateOfTheStorm wrote:

wow, this thread is delicious.

you two - tremors & rollings - are inspiring. the writing that has filled up in here is simply great. so much grit, and edge. and just everything wonderful - too much to pick out - i'd probably end up picking each thing out . i've had to re-read things again and again.

your writing compliment's each others so well, it's fun to read and see how each poem bounces off each other. or flows from the previous one. there is definitely this flow to it. great to see, seriously.

Thank you so much for taking the time to say all that you did, Pilate.

You have a gift of expression yourself (don't be afraid to join us if you want to)

rollings

"It's funny when things change so much
It's all state of mind"

rollings

treks lead way to what I
sling
.....that which used to resemble
sorrow resembles
.....joy when it
slams
ever ready to
please you

rollings

top skull only protects so much
exposed caught up with
raw nerves and you're tumbling
tumbling full up and down backwards
the heavens sing
it's your first reaction

tremors

hard to tame
hard to survive
sometimes only.....
get by

tremors

serendipity can save you
in the dark holes of the night
find something that sparkles
pluck it and get the fuck out

rollings

passing the weak
rolling on in its tremors
and in its severity

rollings

tremors wrote:

serendipity can save you
out of the dark holes of the night
find something that sparkles
pluck it and get the fuck out

to help fight his eyes
I took the fundamental trip to fly here
the dark night sung
sound evacuated tracks to sun
the pocket fit

tremors

mind scattering like birds
first thing in the morning
collect thoughts
hope beg resolve and pray

tremors

today I returned two hundred years
sat by the auburn pool
and heard the trees whisper again
it took me back to the place when I escaped to this
my oxygen
calm rustling England outside their stagnant little trap
I realise that deep within me, under the layers is an open man
with nothing but the riches of a Chinese monk
owning nothing, not thinking but
breathing in the landscape

rollings

tremors wrote:

today I returned two hundred years
sat by the auburn pool
and heard the trees whisper again
it took me back to the place when I escaped to this
my oxygen
calm rustling England outside their stagnant little trap
I realise that deep within me, under the layers is an open man
with nothing but the riches of a Chinese monk
owning nothing, not thinking but
breathing in the landscape

N - I - C - E

I heard a glimpse of tree when reading this

tremors

tremulous and terrifying
walking to the end of the pier in the dark
sand and pebbles somewhere below
and the smell, the sound of the sea
sensing the edge
before you've even taken the step

rollings

all through the day time darkness comes in still
still when it got here? I heard myself asking
asking no one held the key hole wide open that much
much not for me nor to my knowledge
knowledge for that very commotion is why back shutters are lifting
lifting like night is when I left for you
you are like knowledge I like so I live there
there's where I live its a start afterall
either that or I'll find a mental hole