You looked into my eyes and told me
That you didnt think your life was worth living
You whispered poison dripping from your lips, your tongue
It formed pools of acid, transforming into the putrid corpses
Of what was left of your hopes and dreams
We used to lie in different places
All underneath the distant sky, it stretched endlessly above us
The lights were so beautiful. The sight. It made you cry.
And those were tears of joy which rolled down your cheeks
Painting streaks of incandescent light
And every time I held you close to me
You burned brighter than a million stars, that stretch across
The vast expanse of space, reaching the transcendent edges
Of forever. I was afraid that one day you would extinguish my existence
And that I would never be able to hold you again
But every day you live in the empty abyss of nothing
Where I, sitting at the edge, could no longer reach you
Your eyes, which once held such intensity, are suffocated by fear
I fear that the supernova which I once so cherished
Is slowly turning into a black hole.














Critiques
The first thing that catches the eye of the reader is the title - 'Scintillation' which is not the most common of words, especially as a title to a poem. For those who require a definition, scintillation is to twinkle or a brief spark or flash. However, it has a second definition which is 'a brilliant display of wit' and one could argue that both definitions apply in this poem.
The first verse is filled with such negative imagary, establishing the darkness that the 'light' will shine through eventually. '...poison dripping from your lips, your tongue' is such a perfect metaphor for a person essentially putting themselves down. Slowly as this person, the intended audience that the voice of the poem speaks to, puts themselves down with self-hateful words, eventually they break his or her spirit completely 'transforming into the putrid corpses of what was left of your hopes and dreams'.
So already we have a good idea of the situation. A person close to the voice of the poem has buried themselves into a pit of self-hatred and dispair, leaving them broken and without any kind of hope or aspiration. The second stanza, however, seems to paint a contradictory picture of the situation.
We learn that the person addressed in the poem was once happy and what made him/her so was staring up at the stars, revelling in the beauty of the night sky. So happy was this person that they cried 'and those were tears of joy' which painted 'streaks of incandescent light'. So despite this prior situation of darkness and self-loathing, we have the same person crying with joy, with tears shining brilliantly. It almost seems to be a contradiction, but what we're seeing is that this person, no matter how depressed and low me may be, there is still hope within him. There is still some light in this darkness, some joy to be had in his world of dispair.
The third verse dives into a more intimate side of the story. The voice explains how when she and the person were together, things were better - he/she 'burned brighter than a million stars', so suddenly we feel a sense of hope for these two. However, as the title suggests, the light is shortlived and once again we begin to descend into darkness. The voice admits she feared the end was coming, that despite the happiness that was being shared, it would all turn to darkness.
And in the final stanza, that is exactly what happens. Obviously the two have parted and, whilst the voice of the poem has survived, the other person has not as now he/she lives 'in the empty abyss of nothing' where the voice 'could no longer reach' him/her. It is a very sad state of affairs and you can feel the sadness from both persons. It truly is heartbreaking. The poem ends with, what I think, is a very clever line:
"I fear that the supernove which I once so cherished
Is slowly turning into a black hole."
We see the entire theme culminate into a single sentence, a single point at it is a brilliantly made one. The once fantastic flash of light from the supernova, slowly becoming the ultimate darkness of a black hole, a perfect metaphor for the idea of a person going from being so full of joy to now being so trapped in misery, that he may suck others into his dark world.
Michy has combined wit, beautiful language, excellent metaphor and strong honest emotion to create a fantastic work of poetic genius. I love the termonology used and the accuracy of the imagery used.
Excellent work, Michy!!! ^^
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