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Madness musical, forgetful in its art,
in a march past the remnants of civilization.

From what back to why, concrete melting down
into something soft and lithe, something
grossly indetectable. Back through blades and the blue,
I'm tumbling to somwhere gone.

We're beyond the rage of catastrophic dynasty:
we are peace. love and reunion,
legendary, as the world grows old around us,
losing its tone and meaning.

The deepest fibers, the cool marrow that pulses
in a layer even we can't touch, it warms us;
like the indigo seeds I watched hover and bloom,
like the curling fret of a dying tenor.

Words may fall like empires, smoldering husks that reek
of lost intention; they bring down ages, painted devils
within the eye of the beholder and the bereft, resounding crashes
and thunderous growth.

I will vomit song onto your doorstep, and cut her down
in a rage that I've intoned, and take you far past this world of
doubt, to the world we've seen in dreams.

The glory's ours, beneath the shields.

Author notes

it's pretty badly written, but all true.
Written October 4th, 2005

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  • strangerideas
    April 28, 2006
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    I'm missing the days that I would get on here more than once a day and just read yours and others' poetry over and over and actually put effort into something that was worthwhile.

    Well.
    Needless to say, this is amazing.

  • Argh
    December 29, 2005
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    Good times.

    I'm currently leaning toward Imagist-type poems, where no unnecessary word is used, but I honestly like this a lot. It seems that every adjective delivers the message.

    Good.

  • Gosia
    November 5, 2005
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    *somewhere
    Going back to the beginning, the fibres, the marrow, everything that we seem to have forgotton. And then the future? Where we're going? I liked it. A lot. But I'm not sure I understand how the second half was related. I do like the ending, and I'm very impressed with the language use. I do hope you are still writing.

  • E-lightblade
    October 16, 2005
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    wow, this had a very weird twisted meaning. Great job Novae! This was an amazing piece!

    ~Emily~


  • IrrefutableBliss
    October 6, 2005
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    Once again, I bow to you.

    x.x Becca


  • Glamorous
    October 5, 2005
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    ooooo you write soooo well. I love this. It's beautiful.

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