Blisspoint
The chemists know it:
a curve on the graph
where sugar sings loudest,
before the tongue grows numb.
The marketers know it:
a dial tuned to craving,
not too much, never too little,
just enough to keep you
coming back for more.
And we know it too—
that moment
before laughter becomes hysteria,
before love curdles into need,
before the glass tips
from savour to stupor.
The blisspoint,
not paradise, but a razor’s edge:
a sweetness balanced
on the lip of ruin.
Step too far,
and the song turns shrill.
Hold steady, and for one breath,
you taste perfection—
then it vanishes,
as all true bliss must.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Yes balance that point where the fulcrum lies beneath. A step to the right or left and it teeters that playground toy of children. So applicable to all areas of life moderation seems the key. All things good in moderation they say. But here in your poem it seems that there is a seductive element to it as well. Nicely written Cryptic and a fave
The seduction element in all aspects of daily living🕊️🙏🏻
Temptation to step beyond the boundaries of what is safe a thrill seekers world
And an addictive bent as well🙏🏻🕊️
Love "as all true bliss must" Applies to so many things. Well done. As always, a great read.
Glad to have had that pointed out. Thanks for making my day, Katie B. You are greatly appreciated 🕊️🙏🏻
Good write A. I know a 'moment before'. Erm, it's the moment before I fell off a cliff, being The Birdman! lol.
Aye, that is so, O🕊️🙏🏻
Brilliant, arqios! (I feel like I jus screamed Eureka! 💡🤣) Seriously, though, this is measured and incisive. Chemistry, craving, and human restraint fold together until bliss feels both real and fragile. That final vanishing lands exactly where it should. Strong, strong work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
It’s like a coming of age in some subtle but insidious ways🕊️🙏🏻
Yes. Indeed!
Just a little taster to begin with, can't do any harm.
Okay, maybe a little bit more than before, can't do any harm.
Just gives the bloody lot, feck the harm.
Yup, there it blows🕊️🙏🏻
It's just those moments, as I struggle through the mire of the mundane that make the whole effort worthwhile. A good prompt, reminder Rik, so please don't knock them.
Knock ‘em dead, more like 🕊️🙏🏻
That bliss point has been there for much of my life Rik, I am a very fortunate person.
Andy
Nice! Thanks, Andy🕊️🙏🏻
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