So, this is where it all began...
Absolute nothingness as if the clay-ridden railroad tracks
were laid down just for me; and, colors of sepia mixed in
with black-- then white. For the moment, images of
recollection fought this indifferance to inform the
overflowing attendents of the ball that, "We're here,
now shut up and listen."
Prozac was the pill provided while my endless sea
of codependency remembered a time where consumed
darkness was merely inches away inside a clear glass
of tainted bronze and/or white liquidation-
Ah, what sweet indulgence of surrender.
Fond demons embraced the pressured broiler to
erupt, leaving on sharpened steel and minuscule
droplets of crimson leading the path; formations
to become the other figures inside the colored box...
While I, look for another way out from the
inquisitor's stationary podium
Author notes
Poetry Form: Confessional Poetry -Refers to a type of narrative and lyric verse which deals with the facts and intimate mental and physical experiences of the poet's own life. In confessional poetry, the speaker often describes his confused chaotic state, which becomes a metaphor for the state of the world around him.
Fourth Image: Mad Sky
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A contest entry
- Use one of these pictures for inspiration by Mel-the-Believer.
420 points, ended April 15, 2007, 8 entries
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hmmmm, you know these are a deeperside of you, you once told me you were creeping ppl out, i think they have to get used to it, cause each time i read your poems it always feels like you have something to tell, i say express yourself, and keep it flowing, good luck in the contest
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