Ground rushing way too fast,
floods of furious thoughts prevail,
a collage of chaos,
laced with lament,
each moment of sadness, sorrow,
joy and love
stirred together in blurred images.
Mind sees death's arms waiting,
fear of losing life
surpassed by the dread
about how much pain
will the splat really cause?
Wisps of every emotion seeps
through the brain,
till acceptance slowly
numbs the conscious.
Sanity surrenders to the sense
of how pointless reason is
when no one will even know the difference.
Flurries in abstract visions still the pondering,
body stiffens for impact,
head stuffs itself into a jester's closet
resignation's calm blankets before the impact,
while trying to remember with a sneer
if one put on clean underwear.
A contest entry
- Falling off a cliff by Cerulean Sunrise.
450 points, ended June 18, 2007, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I found myself holding my breath, Sigh.... Much better. LOL This was wonderfully done I see the judge agreed with me this time. Congradulations!! Well deserved.
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Awww, thanks so much. I really appreciate the comment.
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awesome images penned here, was loving the whole smoothness and then I got to the last line and had to look like 3 times and thought, "oh no he did not..." but you did...and its frikkin funny...well done> Congrats on the gold...
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Thank you for the great comment.
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I love this. I really like the ending. hehe
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Oy!!
Powerful piece You have penned and what images You have brought forth for us to inhale
Having a Thelma and Louise moment...
Best wishes to You in the contest
Many blessings too
and my Love
~ Desire~*~
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Awww, thank you so much precious. Yeah, falling off a cliff is not something you look forward to.
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what emotion in this... each detail... down to the clean underwear... glad to have a little relief there at the end.
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Aww, thank you very much.
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Oh lol a wonderful write and that last line
. Such intesity throughout and right at the end, that ordinary, everyday item our mothers always told us to do!
I think in your last line the second 'one' should be 'on'?
All the best with this great write!
Gaylene
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Thanks for nothing the error on the last line. Yep, that would be my final thought.
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Very smooth
Now thats what I am talking about baby!
Flurries in abstract visions still the pondering,
body stiffens for impact,
head stuffs itself into a jester's closet
resignation's calm blankets before the impact,
while trying to remember with a sneer
if one put one clean underwear.
LMAO!
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Awww, thanks. Oh the fun huh?
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