Empire

by Poet on the Piano   May 31, 2013


Imagining a palace of wolves,
where all around me cruelity is my protector
in yellow irises that cause my heart to turn
black at the edges... much faster.

I am feeling darker tonight, not lonely
but like I should taunt everyone who lives
aside a completely normal mirror- reflecting
beauty without other measures.

It seems days ago since I heard the tales
of a woman who jumped off the balcony of the Empire
State Building, [the cliff like a dark star ready
to be a supernova screaming
86th
86th
86th]

It's not that high...

So can I try it, just once? Because legend
has it that some voice of the wind saved
her body, raising her legs back to
numbing cement.

Countless others have seen this height
and moved their feet forward in a stance
haunting, always dragging its shadows
toward (me).

I've been there.
Maybe, that exact spot.
But this is 2013 and not 1979, how can
I bet a thirty mile-per-hour wind will
be my chance at survival?

The risk
makes my pulse crave knives and
dead horizons and

the race for time to come to an edge,

then leap.

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Written 5/30/13 @ 10:08 pm.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    I'm very surprised that this poem hasn't had more readers... it is completely just, I can't even think of a right word. It has that creepy haunting feeling, with the fact that someone committed suicide there years ago... to the evident sadness of wanting to do the same thing.

    You captured such a story, that woman's story of jumping off the empire, the 86th floor and how many have came and gone to view it.. and then along with your story of craving the leap.

    Adding this to my favorites!!! I'm usually not fond of suicidal writes, but this one touched me in a place that I forgot about...so I'll be back to read this masterpiece a few times more than I should lol.

    <3 <3 <3

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    The imagery in this piece was haunting, it brought me to tears, just the thought alone made my heart convulse, I really felt this piece, and it felt deep and personal, which made the emotion really strong and powerful.

    I can relate, and well, the whole thought process of suicide, the first thoughts, you know, I get that and this was just one of those poems that moved me, shook me.

    It was smooth, and raw, the flow was absolutely exceptional, and the tone and the darkness and the sadness and emotion, everything about this was pure mastery, really amazing write...

    MA, This tore through me.

    Love and hugs
    xx

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