Tomes echo from the tombs of the creatively decayed. They are in rotted mind, flesh bound incarcerated.
Down-tuned distortion accompanies the heavy beat of my heart. Souls wail a Sirens song stirring their demons in a whirlpool of fear… (which is why...... they are kept here.)
Rattled bones play rhythm from within’ the mausoleum. Those walls of death and frozen breath exude low and hollowed moans, bringing the past to the present in drone after drone..
Tattered clothes whip in the winds from grounded angels. Tears fall… caused by sin, resonating through the strings of violins; like a wintry rain, they tap repeatedly upon garbage can lids.
The orchestrations from dead limbs of towering trees produce this symphony. Swaying in the dying light, eyes open from beneath their plight.
The dead rise from their earthly keep, to croon their song of never-ending sleep. With mouths gaping of worm-ridden filth, their voices stutter of desire and guilt.
I, alone stand upon their stones. Arms raised to the beat of emaciated meat. This is my time, this is what I see… through my eyes… through my mind… and through me.
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Six . Feet . Deep ....
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I am the symphony of the dead.
By: Jaye Eryk
Copyright © 2007
A contest entry
- Dark Options by Dark Magician.
525 points, ended August 6, 2007, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Non-monosyllabic comments welcomed.
Comments
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This was very good. Amazing imagery and very discriptive. Pretty awesome.
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WOW
This is awesome. I really like how it flows and is put together. Very awesome. Thanks for entering. Good luck.
~nicky
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Brilliant!!
This is awesome, you portrayed some cool imagery, I love the ending, superb! Best of luck in the contest! -
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Wow....that was some amazing imagry...thank you very very much for the entry. This is awesome. -
kewlness
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! THIS WAS AMAZING! I loved everything about this it was chalkful of descriptives which added in a lot of imagery. You had some wonderful word choice which also adds to the imagery. WOW! Great write and Great, great job!!!
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Thank you for entering. Judging will take place later tonight, while the moon has risen...
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hmmmmm.... i am scratching my head. but it maybe just be itchy because of the dried gel from this morning. that sounds gross lol.
k. your poem - i'm thinking about it. it makes me feel like it is about overcoming obstacles - like maybe a dream where you are fighting zombies and you at last make it. you won. it is the end of the movie. you represent the death of the dead?
i dont know.
i know u dont explain your poems, but i thought i'd give u my interpretation and feelings anyway.
it is totally soaked in your love for horror movies - i can definetely say that
you metaphored the movies into your own personal demons. (i think)
beautiful. just beautiful.
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Damn, Awsome poem... I love the relation you made between a symphany and well, dead people! I loved all the amazing vocab and the wonderful hidden rhyme... It seem though that you tried making it soundm ore complex or mature than it was, just let it flow! I loved all the gore, beautifully described and I love the gruesome and twisted words you added! Thanks for your entry... Good luck in my contest!
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wow you are an amazing poet, I read a few of your other poems and I think this is one of the more intense ones. I read it and kept thinking about a swampy deathland with zombies and you conducting everything. Also, you made it rhyme well without taking away from the meaning of the piece
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I do think that this is probably my favourite write by you. I often link symphonies with sorrow and things of that sort...so, I fully understand where you are coming from and are going with this piece. I Feel How you feel, too...so I like it that much more!!!!
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Nice, man!! You really did such an awesome job at painting a really vivid picture with each and every line! There was soo much to take in (in a good way
) That I had to go back and read it a couple times. You know how you've read something so captivating, that when you go back, you realize you missed other parts. Wait, that sounds worse than i intended. What I'm saying is, that when i went back and back again, i kept finding more and more in it. I love it when a piece can almost feel brand new everytime you read it. That's Talent (w/a capital "T") 
Love it!!
Rianna
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wow...
this is absolutely amazing! I really enjoyed reading it!
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This is an amazing creation. Fabulous imagery. "tears fall caused by sin....swaying in the dying light, eyes open from beneath their plight" brilliant wording. This is a piece of pure talent, and I'm not trying to blow smoke up your ass, this is really good.
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I can never get past how your writing flows so perfectly. I don't know how you do it. There are rhymes but it's more than that. Just the combination of words go together so well.
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Yeey, i love this, the way you put those lovely words
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wow what a gr8 symphony , ana amazing mind indeed awesome idea so unique i loved it
Tattered clothes whip in the winds from grounded angels. Tears fall…caused by sin, resonating through the strings of violins; like a wintry rain, they tap repeatedly upon garbage can lids.
wow!!!
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