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Torn From Existence

I-
In the mind, the convoluted dream mind,
the universe sprawled
across the eye
in slow motion reality
We plowed and sowed
hell's loam
as caretakers
for where the dead
scatter their bones,
and scatter their memories
like poppy seed
and ash
Late at night
we sleep in
black and white
nightmares
in the mind, the convoluted
dream mind

II-
The mind, putrid mind mind
where rancid memories
stain the soul,
fiction entwined in
the decaying idea,
the decaying future
Counting stars
like seconds
We roam the loam.  Twisting
in rancid memories and
decaying ideas.  We wear
despair like flesh,
dripping from fever.
The mind, the rancid mind
where memories drip


III-
The mind, the existential mind
blanketed in gauze,
cradled in medicines
Children scribble prayers
on asylum walls,
2+2=5 they listen to
in hellish classrooms
Serenades and hymns
drown the soul in
re-education
of the existential mind

IV-
The mind, the sexual mind
fogged like car windows,
dusty with adrenaline
and testosterone.
Breathing orgasms in
near-childish smiles,
remembering blissful yesterday's,
now long gone.
Thinking thoughts in
technicolor, if only for a moment,
scattered around the mind,
the sexual mind

V-
Forgive us Father
for we have sinned.

Give us this day
our daily bread
and forgive us our



trespasses

as we are torn
from reality's foundations
and buried
in hell's loam,
left to find
our bones
and
our memories














Amen

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  • soldiersoul gold member
    May 3, 2007
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    im gonna trespass n say good luck on this day...see what tomorrow brings


  • Fallen Grace silver member
    May 2, 2007

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    A very good poem, fits wonderfully with the title. I enjoyed reading this poem because it was written with a lot of imagery and detail.
    "Forgive us Father
    for we have sinned.

    Give us this day
    our daily bread
    and forgive us our

    trespasses

    as we are torn
    from reality's foundations
    and buried
    in hell's loam,
    left to find
    our bones
    and
    our memories

    Amen"

    That was my favorite part. Great Job and Good Luck in my contest!

    ~:~Kaela~:~

  • in-the-twilight
    May 1, 2007

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    This is really good Nate... it was deep... and it flowed really really well. Amazing write! Rock on! xoxo Meg