Behold, the Poet!

[SA]

Don't quite know what this is.  Thought it up during/after a panic attack.  Make of it what you will.

I cannot stand this absence
Here in an empty space, bereft
All things in even most absurd proportion
Bear your semblance
All scents and sounds are yours
I take the fire dancing on candletip
With it to silence the eerie heralds of your coming forestalled
Candescent gleam the halls
Hollow stone lies bare
And in the ashes stands your effigy
A spectre cradled by the moon
I reach with blackened hands to sunder this creation
And thus it comes undone
But not as easily as it should

[beejazz]

Hooray for panic attacks!

Good job, man!

(btw, jk about the hooray for panic attacks... I've had them and they suck)

[So-Keher]

All scents and aounds are yours

sounds? :)
nice job, although i am a little confused on the...well i dont know how to describe it so nevermind
otherwise nice, I have to get te courage to post some stuff but i'm not sure how well i write free verse (the current style of my diminuitive amount of prose)
do you always get inspiration from panic attacks? i think best when im exhausted and its dark. idk why. lol

[SA]

Haha.  Yes, typo...

I get inspiration from a whole lot of stuff, but most often when I'm in some state of misery.  But rather than express my own situation (which I don't consider warrants real melancholic prose) I channel it into fictive literary constructs.

I think that little piece was about someone setting out to destroy all evidence of their lover's presence (the reminder pains them), and in the end destroys either the actual lover or the love they hold for them.  I think that's what it is... but interpret as you please.

And don't hesitate to post your own work.  We are a warm and receptive bunch.