The blue of the ceiling.
Between the rhythm of the music
and the cracks in the stones
I'm lucky I got out
alive.
Escape while you still can.
Dark tunnels.
Crawl on your stomach,
breathe deeply,
keep telling yourself
hate has no power over you
anymore.
Then bleach your mind,
erase this memory,
run away to the land of the midnight sun.
We'll leave this twisted place behind.
Author notes
Option #4. I really like word banks.
A contest entry
- To Live and Breathe and Never Die Again by pointlessdayz.
525 points, ended April 30, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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It's fast pace. I adore poems that grab me,and this one certainly did that.
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Beautiful wording! Very simple, but eloquent!
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sounds like high school... ha, just kidding.
I like this one! It was simple, and yet beautiful. Very well written. Thank you!
-Alex
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