THE DOLL WHICH TALKS
Long curls and curved lashes
Turquoise dewy smiling eyes
Perfect grooves and curves
Jubilant and diligent
Impeccable and affable
Zipped lips pricked shells
….. the most adorable doll
Diamond heart hollow encephalon
……. amiable charming doll
Word reference:
Shells: ear
Encephalon: brain
Diamond: most nonfragile
Categories:
encephalon, wife,
Form: Free verse
It was a righteous hit and the silky smooth euphoric familiar feeling was racing through her veins to her encephalon.
It was an energetic stimulation to her central nervous system.
Her whole body fell back onto the foul-smelling and heavily stained mattress.
Her mind slumped into oblivion.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
The last thing she remembers seeing was a vivid shadow.
A shadow of a housefly on the ceiling.
It appeared to be eating something.
Through a purple haze, she wonders about the filthy creature.
In nonsensical supposition, she could feel the beastly fly attack.
Scissoring meticulously against the flesh of her forehead.
Scissoring against the hard connective tissue of her skull.
Systematically and relentlessly thrusting its cutting blades.
Regurgitating its vile acid fluid onto the soft tissue of her cerebrum.
Imaginable pain and reverberation of the piercing sound were consistent.
And then, the morning light faded.
She saw luminous colors of red, yellow, and different shades of blue, like cyan and turquoise.
She felt her body floating around in a large kaleidoscope.
copyright 2016 Torsional Storm
Categories:
encephalon, addiction,
Form: Narrative
NOUVEAU
Let's evaluate this word.
I could not sleep much last night,
so I laid awake thinking about my
tenacity in writing.
I think that my need to write is
like having a monkey on my back.
To congregate verbs, adjectives,etc,
is my cocaine.
The only determent from my obsession
is my comment to be respondent to
sometime grievous moments in my life.
However, like the sun vanishes the night,
and the night drowns the sun, these
horrific moments in life do past, and
the birth from consistency is inconsistency.
I collectively gather up those few peaceful
moments in between and melt away into
my encephalon and create with no real
worries of someone liking what I write,
but , it is always nice to know that they do.
Written 2013. Posted on Facebook
Categories:
encephalon, destiny,
Form: Narrative
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Wreathing this encephalon - wrenched, gnarled, murdered
Neurons in diminution - de-escalated, clashing, ramming now lethargic
Canvass of verse and poesy - lacking, still vacuous and comic
But language and fervour is penned, tedium and ennui clobbered.
Categories:
encephalon, art, work
Form: Enclosed Rhyme