[.c.r.a.s.h.]
The chair fell over
while he stormed past it
and you never stopped
to pick it up,
because you're so above
cleaning up after mistakes
that you couldn't see it coming -
you couldn't plan
damage control this time.
[.b.o.o.m.]
Drawers slam violently
as the cutlery screams
while you slam it down,
impulsively tidying as always.
Cleanliness before godliness,
cleanliness before emotion,
cleanliness before sanity,
and force may be used
if the need be -
and there's undoubtedly
always the need.
[.b.a.n.g.]
Two doors simultaneously slam
to drown out the insufferable noise,
although you never quite thought much
about why one was the bathroom door -
now, months later,
you realise with a jolt
that you never needed to ask.
Everything becomes clear
after the storm...
now you've learnt
that sometimes the storm
is safer than the aftermath.
Author notes
So, a while ago I was going to enter this contest where we had to use a song title to write a poem. Problem is, I couldn't write worth a cent at the time... and now, I was listening to "Crash! Boom! Bang!" by Roxette, which was my favourite song when I was about 7 and refused to give up the CD Completely different to the song though.
You may begin writing upon viewing this! =P
Comments
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It's the solid framework of your poetry that knocks me out.
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How you move through time with your words. Through motions.
This is like getting smacked around the head with a colossal slab of stone (regardless of the background
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I know this situation.. with other such things included.
Powerful.
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wow, This... at first it seems as though it's about suicide, but I don't think it is. I think it's deeper, it's got an feeling of being left out almost, or maybe being left alone? I don't know, I'm prolly way off
lol
'you couldn't plan
damage control this time.'
I love that line...well two lines
This was so strong, and emotional, this is great
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Not far off with either of those!
Left out and left alone because everyone's too busy withtheir conflicts and personal grievances, and it eventually did lead to attempted suicide, and those two lines are also relative to it, as perfectionism is kinda a trait in everyone the poem's about too
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Ah. I wasn't that far off then. *Smug*
Not at your sadness, at the being righness.. oh digging a hole
I'll stop
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Want a shovel for that or are you good just using your hands?
I'm just kidding it's okay, you're allowed to be smug - and life happens, people have it worse, and if you're right (no matter what about) I say be happy about it, dammit!
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A ladder would be nice to get out of the hole?
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Coming up! I was going to suggest a rope but that could be trickier
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Yeah... I'll take the easy way out please...
forget scrambling in the dirt up a rope
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wow i loved it
its so descriptive
[.b.o.o.m.]
Drawers slam violently
as the cutlery screams
while you slam it down,
amazing write =]
<3Flo
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thankies!
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roo, put down the pen and call 911! someone's getting abused!
Wow...that was...true, intense, scarey even...though, I don't know it i agree that the storm is safer than the aftermath (from my experience). But otherwise i think it's...woah 
*ish speechless*
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kinda that, and kinda... well, the bathroom is more hiding not from them being abusive, just to hide another type of abuse. Y'get what I'm saying? I don't want to say it directly
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not really...wait, you mean drugs?
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No! Not in ten million years! Other habits that aren't too good for a person, by the person (needs to come back and delete this later)
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i onest to god have NO idea, the finals are a killer to brain cells!!!
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i thought that at first this was talking about suicide.... but in the end it just seems to be a fight goodj ob on the poem and keep up the good work ♥
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