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

[Matty Bosox]

Once again, very, very dark and eerie...And I absolutely love it...Brilliant!!!! You just have that Trent Reznor style of writing....So very awkward and odd but at the same time it all makes sense and falls into place....Good Job!!

[MOON]

Love everything is a mirage like all our fears and obstacles will pass we fear the forest and it's challengers. Dark lovely write.

[afra]

very dark and deep ...well done

[Persephone]

Hmmm...what an interesting piece here - I love what you did with the layout of it - beautiful flow and words :)

[Irene]

i love the imagery in this poem. your words captivate and put pictures in my head. nicely done.

[LogoDaedalus]

This is an arresting piece; the uneven spacing of the lines creates this feeling of having your attention dart back and forth, suspenseful and watchful, exactly as it does in a forest at night. Though the whole poem is strong, the last 3 or 4 lines are what really drive it home, their simpler language standing in contrast to the intense imagery and rhythms of the forest.

[Junert]

I love the way it's written.

[That_Girl]

Damn this was dark. Beautifully written as always. Look forward to seeing more. Well done!

[L. Edward Neale]

Some deep experimentation goin on here. Crankin. Dug it muchly. It screams Zine, Zine Zine! Have you considered doing a multimedia e-zine! Or even just an old fasioned paper.

[Lost in Wonderland]

What a haunting piece full of nice, dark imagery:)