Though I present myself at just one,
There’s this knowledge of too many stations.
A vinery mess of perpendicular metal to wood that scars the Earth’s face.
Interrupted every so often by a delicate leaf, one on which I stand.
My face turned to the abyssal horizon, I sense a figure emerge.
Chaos.
A centipede train barrels passed.
Devouring anything presented on the waiting platform as if it were a silver platter.
Only to spew the contents out, as if disgusted, some number of miles away.
Tense, rigid, I am but a morsel to a racing beast.
A wind of significance not felt by skin.
The vacuum effect.
Ripped from leaf to vine, I experience a split second of lifelessness.
Not in the sense of death, but that of nothing to do with life.
A freedom.
A breath,
Released.
Now I’m barreling passed.
Author notes
My name is Jesse. (sn: ASPMproprietrix)
A contest entry
- Nobody wants to enter YOUR contest, so enter mine. by blackday.
900 points, ended July 26, 2007, 22 entries
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wo wthis is an owsome poem i think it had a lot of emotion in it you should keep up the writing and keep puting all the emotion in it and they will get better and better each time well see ya peace
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mmmmm, it was different, which mad it good, I partically liked--Though I present myself at just one,
There’s this knowledge of too many stations.
A vinery mess of perpendicular metal to wood that scars the Earth’s face.
Interrupted every so often by a delicate leaf, one on which I stand.
My face turned to the abyssal horizon, I sense a figure emerge.
Chaos.
That part, i hope ya keep it up, there isnt much more to say becase it was like so good! -
Yep. I love this poem. The ending was... great. I don't know what say about it. Your voice is like... it's ironic & witty but at the same time, serious & I love it.
Onto the finalist's list you go. -
whooooa d00d.
i really fucking love this one
it's really descriptive & nice.
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