The Nights You Didn't Fall Asleep ( A U D I O T A P E )

The Nights You Didn't Fall Asleep  ( A u d i o t a p e )

Disillusion beacons from this desolate coppice 

Plundered by the dreadful sounds of an organic sheer drum 

Echoed from the dew of last years harvest

And sounding like the sounds of a passive vertigo 

I recorded the music on a plastic audiotape

Winded with the dwelling of patient beats. 

The thicket engrossed the hissing of shadowily fiends

All of them watched as I laid on my backside

Stretching out like a splitting river. 

Along time ago this place was up in the morning haze 

Floating vicariously over the cobblestone villages 

And picking its spot to haunt for the coming autumn. 

The sounds it made back then are the same as the ones they make now

Little notes infiltrating my soul like a angelic poltergeist

I've been waiting so patiently for this night to come.

Is the forest a living faceless entity?

Tied up with coiled branches around its phantom limbs

So it won't try anything shifty. 

The pretty patterns of its midnight hymns still haunt my senses 

Even if its just a bunch of withering paperwork

It still manages to tie me up with string. 

The woodwork keeps me captivated until the fog dries up

And the night slips back through the cracks in the trunks of trees. 

As soon as their heavy hands loosened their grasp I ran all the way home

                                                                 Running through piles of             dead leaves and decaying bones

        

                     With the occasional deer passing by.    

                                                             

  

 After that night I never went back to the forest. 

But                 sometimes             I          will           play       that        audiotape       when       I      feel       lonely.

It reminds me that everything is just a mirage 

Author's Note

Reviews

[eeoopig]

A nice peaceful and sad sort of poem, to me it felt like each little stanza was like a piece of a puzzle all falling together nicely in the end. Good poem

[Laura Maidah]

"With the occasional deer passing by. "

[Southern Cross]

Very interesting form that blends so very well with the pace of the vid

[Dayran]

On the bridge between the mystical regulator of our lives and the perceiver who would like to think he will run his own life someday. A strange meeting between the two in the mind of an individual who continues to view it with interest, without rejecting it as fragmentation without meaning. If it lacks a little something, its because the perceiver ought to bring more to it in the form of purpose.

[Corset]

captivating in the eeriest of ways, love the music that accompanies it, strangely exactly how I feel today! awesome work again!

[Yheela]

Clever way of fragmenting the poem, gives a very dreamlike feeling.

[Peaceworker22]

Wow, you need to go to bed on time! Beautful, yet haunting piece here. I remember when I had been sleep deprived before and it ended up sending me to the friggin' looney bin. Lack of sleep can literally drive you insane!

[Olivia Marie]

Amazing, and I love the way you formed it, and the song flowed well with the poem. Excellent :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Music and flow of words were amazing. Thank you.
Coyote

[Pax]

wow, i just love the format, i could never done better than this. well done on that.
dark and a bit scary tale..bravo...