The lightswitch is feet away -
the energy wasted on flipping it;
a worthless bundle of twitches
inside superfluous nerves.
The tidal force of silence
casts brainwaves into an array
of brilliantly disarranged thoughts.
Every dull thud - my fingertips
on the bed, like a .45 caliber nitroclycerine shot
bam-bam-bam-bam
thinkgodamnitthinkgodamnit!
Darkness presses shadowy rainbows
into my tightly shut eyelids, squeezing through,
finding patience hiding within,
crouched low; insipid and inspiring.
Maybe darkness contains a spark of life?
Words creep out as murmors,
spreading; blacker than the void.
Whispers of the unfinished and incomplete.
I am waiting for something...
Author notes
Pray for my five muses please...
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Comments
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This is really cool, and an interesting way of getting the point across. I like the descriptive way you wrote each line, especially bits like "shadowy rainbows".
Your friend's right of course, you're an awesome poet, and one of the maybe... 5-6 poets on here who's style I really like AND think are better than myself (which is probably good because nobody needs a giant ego).
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the poem was fucking outstanding... I feel like you just stole all the words from my mouth and painted a picture out of them... this is so beautifully written with so much power in it, and it brings a lot of things to mind like how inspiring darkness can really be. there is more to it then one color... it's about waiting to see the light.
You knew this already but I felt the world should see that you are truly a beautiful poet and soul. This was very inspiring and if you cannot ever find your muse, remember that everything you say inspires me. You're my best friend and I appreciate everything you've ever done for me. Great fucking poem. ~ Kerri
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