Saturday, April 17, 2010

Perished Seconds



Thrust your dagger into my heart. Once. Twice. Thrice. Take it away as I fall on my knees panting and whimpering. Run your hand over the wounds. Feel them sinking into the grey dust that ran in my pulverized veins. And whiff, perhaps one day you’ll find a scent.
My outer wounds seal as I push you away and jump back to my desolate ocean. I swim deeper into it, letting its ice anesthetize my skin and freeze my innards. I yelp, knowing that no answer shall ever come. I willingly give in and lay in its depth trying to gather the dispersed pieces of my lungs. I sleep. Sleep……
The ticking of the seconds is muted. No, not muted, it’s perished. Time is perished. And I run in the never ending shades of it. Take your immortality away, I don’t need it. Just give me my self back.

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  1. Brian MillerApril 17, 2010 at 9:41 AM

    oh wow. vivid post...i have often struggled with the thought of immortality. i think there is something appealing to the finite nature of life...

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  2. PaulaApril 17, 2010 at 10:06 AM

    Being part of the universe, energized by the circle of life - that is enough for me.

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  3. Rob KistnerApril 17, 2010 at 10:18 AM

    The prompt lent itself quite well to your 'dark' interpretation -- but I enjoyed it, well written...
    ...rob
    Image & Verse

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  4. Oddyoddyo13April 17, 2010 at 12:43 PM

    This is so amazing Maha-one of those "beautiful but sad". Loved the new layout too!

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  5. HelenApril 17, 2010 at 3:08 PM

    Very provacative in a wonderfully deep way ....

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  6. nedaApril 17, 2010 at 3:09 PM

    so well written, i loved reading this. my favorite line is "time is perished. and i run in the never ending shades of it." beautiful c:

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  7. CMApril 17, 2010 at 4:10 PM

    Wow, deep wounds...so painful. Incredible, intense writing.

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  8. StarApril 17, 2010 at 4:19 PM

    There is a 'Twilight' feel about your piece today. I think it becomes strong when, at the end, you call to be returned to yourself. A powerful writing. Well done.
    Star

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  9. LisaApril 17, 2010 at 4:26 PM

    If I had to the chance for immortality, I don't think I would accept. There is not an allure for me. As time would pass, so would those I love most dearly. You are an amazing writer for one so "young". But your soul is so much older.

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  10. QueenmothermamawApril 17, 2010 at 5:49 PM

    Your soul is much older to quote from Lisa at the bottom comment. Profound thoughts, well written, quite a talent. Amazing poem.
    QMM

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  11. MagpieApril 17, 2010 at 6:47 PM

    I love the new format of your blog!!! It's really beautiful.

    Your post is awesome...immortality is overrated. Your words are music as always.

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  12. margaret.April 17, 2010 at 10:02 PM

    The thought of being immortal scares me.


    Amazing post.

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  13. sheriApril 18, 2010 at 6:33 AM

    i can barely grasp this with my intellect but my heart feels the beauty and flow of your need...your work is just beautiful!

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  14. spacedlawApril 19, 2010 at 3:49 AM

    Where do all those deceased seconds go? In which cemetery do they lay? Do explorers search their stiff bodies and liquid graves for stray moments?

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  15. järnebrandApril 19, 2010 at 8:19 AM

    So powerful.... Well done. Beautiful and intense.
    Thrice... Is that a word? Well, now it is.
    "Time is perished"... I loved that. And also how you ended your poem: "Just give me my self back".
    Take care/ Jo.

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  16. Vicki LaneApril 19, 2010 at 9:57 AM

    A powerful piece.

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  17. CatalystApril 19, 2010 at 11:02 AM

    Vicki said it: a powerful piece.

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  18. LynApril 19, 2010 at 12:11 PM

    I think we all get our immortality back..the self always returns..it's karma!! Unless we're perfect, that is!

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  19. Enchanted OakApril 19, 2010 at 9:52 PM

    Dreamy, and surprisingly a vindication of our imperfect, limited selves.

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  20. Tess KincaidApril 20, 2010 at 4:42 AM

    Dark and beautiful.

    (I love the word "yelp", btw)

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  21. ˙·٠•●❤Sh@KiR@ ❤●•٠·˙April 20, 2010 at 6:18 AM

    I rather be mortal.
    I love your "struggles".
    AWESOME!
    mine is here
    this is my first magpie tale.
    have you a great week.
    hugs
    shakira

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  22. Aoife.TroxelApril 20, 2010 at 12:25 PM

    I love time is perished it's so, I don't know...true. You hit the nail on the head; just three words tell such a complete image, story, saga...hard to explain but a really really really wonderful Magpie.

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  23. joannyApril 20, 2010 at 10:34 PM

    A powerful dark tale -- I do not know where the words came from within you but it was a great ending -- "Take your immortality away, I don’t need it. Just give me my self back"

    Joanny

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  24. steviewrenApril 21, 2010 at 7:37 AM

    I'm reading Bram Stoker's Dracula this week. Your poem would fit into that tome perfectly. I thought of the victim and the victimizer as I read.

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  25. THE BEATYApril 21, 2010 at 11:07 AM

    intense totally vivid

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