It's not your fault certainly.
You just keep wondering, where does it all go?
Like pure diamonds,
these joints are aching from the precision of trying so hard to be flawless.
Imminent that the world is falling in procession,
with the hate I'm trying to bask in.
Where do you go from here?
At least the raging storms lock you safely in your haven.
Grey skies, fitting the heart that skips a beat every now and then.
Suffocating on a lung full smoke
after rubbing together so much, can you feel the wastage?
Small chunks of me, breaking away.
Not to leave my soul exposed, but to be empty.
To be broken, so that everything barely touches the heart.
Like reading poetry to the dead,
your words skim the surfaces of the gravestone.
Carried along by a wind, that knows no pain or suffering,
a justification of infinity. I am nothing.
Where do you go now?
WHERE DO YOU GO.
Midnight echoes a call.
Five am induces madness.
I'm wishing to bottle this all up.
To desecrate, and re-create a masterpiece.
One you won't push off the edge with a single brush,
to shatter and leave stain, marked deep in the annihilation of my making.
Where are you now?
WHERE ARE YOU NOW.
"I am the worship of misery,
Where do I turn now?"
Author notes
4th july 2007.
the title is german for 'cross roads'
i took the inspiration of left/right? as in the paths to turn in life. I don't know where I go from here.
I hope this is what you were looking for. Either way I'm proud of this piece, made me really think about myself and how I feel.
A contest entry
- Left / Right ? by unknownpleasure.
301 points, ended July 28, 2007, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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-At least the raging storms locks you safely in your haven.
correct storms or locks.
- Not to leave my soul expose, but to be empty.
exposed?
- WHERE DO YOU GO.
don't really like the all those caps.
ditto for the next set.
-To desecrate, and re-create a masterpiece.
One you won't push off the edge with a single brush,
loved those lines.
i tend to worship misery. i think, i am misery. overall, well done.
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thank you for that, i like the fact you took your time to really read this and point things out. i will be taking some of your advice. =]
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this is INTENSE. your words fit together so perfectly and are so unique&gorgeous.
&oh god the second stanza was perfecttt.
"these joints are aching from the precision of trying so hard to be flawless."
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"Midnight echoes a call.
Five am induces madness.
I'm wishing to bottle this all up.
To desecrate, and re-create a masterpiece.
One you won't push off the edge with a single brush,
to shatter and leave stain, marked deep in the annihilation of my making."
UH-MAY-ZING. -
wow. so intense. It's like this big bunch of emotion you've had inside all came out in a long wave, like you've been desperate for a long time but there's no hope.
I love all the imagery and the questioning. It's beautiful and tragic, "like reading poetry to the dead" <-- I love that so much.
Great write, and good luck in the contest!
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