poemranker ::Heaven Help Me by cyan9

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Prose Poem № 135505

Heaven Help Me

Member since 2005 · Posted 19 Dec 2005 · Edited 9 Apr 2006 · 7 comments

Now sensitive to the pain from the day after next, burning with anxiety, longing and things breaking their way inside me: I lay naked and lay shaking between the benches in the chapel that I feel important to describe to you. Fallen beams and stars made from dust were cutting the path of iridescent light shining in from the stained glass. Statues of kings of old lay chipped and archaic Aramaic words whispered and echoed out from the empty pulpit. A kaleidoscope of faded colors darted across the cracked tablets upon the floor; but now the faded colors dart no more. Darkness swallowed me and for eternity took me from my within. After what seemed like days within a split second: the skies began to open within me, and there through the bliss, the mist, I watched as jagged metal lines hurtled toward me, showering me like sparks from an electrical saw. I tasted the sweat on their blades; I tasted the steel as it sliced its way inside me. I begged for heavens help, I begged for forgiveness, I begged for you to console me. A voice from the dark recesses of my head lent forward and whispered with a crisp tongue "You never wanted what you ask for, you never wanted your hearts desire." I begged and pleaded and writhed upon the floor, smearing myself over the walls, clutching out at straws; “I would do for you anything for this one desire my God, anything.” The darkness then ensued. As I came to from my whimperings, as the beating, pulsating pain left my head, I began to take my first steps. All I knew was that someone felt cyan, someone felt gold whilst the bliss surged its way through the shell of a body that was once inhabited by me.

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7 comments

[9] ALChemy 19-Dec-05/7:24 AM Reply
Nice prose.
[7] Dovina 19-Dec-05/7:35 AM Reply
I don't know what this is, except that it should probably be called a prose poem, not free verse. Could be a drug trip, or some trauma, an illness. Whatever it is, the human contact at the end is good.
[n/a] cyan9 › Dovina 20-Dec-05/7:42 AM Reply
It is the intodroduction to a book of poetry, from which most of the pieces that I post here are from, it is about receiving heavens help, but also not seeing it as well. Its an odd one, and people on allpoetry commented that it was good but needed work, but never told me what.
[7] Dovina › cyan9 20-Dec-05/11:24 AM Reply
I see that it's about receiving help, as I said. But heaven's help? That does not come through for me.
[n/a] cyan9 › Dovina 21-Dec-05/3:43 AM Reply
It would be bit of a twisted way of looking at it, even if the description were complete enougth to give abother person the full picture. I think the last verse will need to be rewritten to make the assistance much clearer for it to have the desired effect.
[8] deleted user 22-Dec-05/4:12 AM Reply
I agree that this is a prose poem and I would combine the stanzas into one paragraph--that's just my preference. Good work overall. Thanks for sharing.
[8] Ranger 7-Apr-06/12:59 PM Reply
Good descriptions, would personally get rid of the 'and' between anxiety and longing. Stanza 2 = superb.
Will hopefully have more intelligent suggestions to make tomorrow. Till then, have an 8.