frankenstein

Its Alive

Held to together,

this old corpse,

continues to rise

out of its grave

 

Alive, it's alive,

neurons fire,

unresolved disputes

of emotion,

 

The emptiness felt

in being a freak,

misery, the lonely

beast,

 

Carnal hate, the shadows

provide refuge from the light,

dwelling in catacombs of despair,

slowly starving, wasting away

 

 

 

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Birth

Birth

                          By JFarrell

 

The lightening strikes;

My skin prickles with its intensity;

My breath catches

And though I hear the first undulating rumblings,

It’s only when I feel the thunder’s vibrations beneath my feet,

That my clenched chest is released and I can breath again.

 

Outside, the rain lashes my windows like pebbles;

The wind howls its sorrow, its fear;

But in the darkness of my tower, I smile;

My whole body is tingling with the power and excitement;

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    I push the lever as the lightening turns my world to blind silver

    And the breath is sucked out of me;

    As the very atmosphere is awakened by the charge

    And is drawn, as if by the elements themselves,

    To the heart of the patchwork cadaver before me.

     

    I hold my breath in anticipation;

    Eyes wide with excitement, smiling like an idiot

    As the stampede of static-charged air centres on me

    And crashes in with an explosion of bass

    Forcing me to me knees.

     

    And,

    In the stillness of the storm;

    Between the lightening and the thunder;

    Between the rat-a-tat of the rain;

    I hear IT breathe.

                     :-)

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

thank you Victor F.