painted orifice,
window's grim,
cast reflections of a memory,
we dare not reminisce of in any other place.
a million tears,
broken upon the threshold,
an empty home,
no place to go.
Stay here,
i guess I'll stay here,
if only for a while,
constantly waiting.
crackling laughter,
pulsing anger,
mighty storm,
rage against me.
as They walk past,
never fully aware,
lifeless in their own pursuit,
of a meanful existence.
How i wish i could walk with them,
surrender myself to the edge,
and break the bonds holding tight,
against them.
Give them life,
Give them a beating heart,
pounding in their head,
like the rain pouring down on them.
electric convulsions,
we choose to run away,
jolts of silence,
explosions of rage.
come for me darling,
follow the signs,
follow the dead,
walking past my house,
alone inside,
so alone in my head,
so alone in the end,
how can no else notice,
the brilliance laid around them?
as if it didn't exist.
truly dead to the world,
but more improtantly,
the world is dead to them.
Author notes
this is based on the Evanescence song Eternal. It's just how it always makes me feel. It erminds me how in the end, not many people pay attention to the wonders this world has, and choose to run away from the obvious beauty of a storm, and the how resting under the shade of a tree, is meaningless and unsymbolic. this poem is more of a pleading heart, waiting for someone else to see what they see, to hear what they hear, to feel what they feel. To not be alone in their pursuits, and to not be alone in themselves, but have someone beside them, anyone, who feels the sme way they do. kinda emo, but not about love for each other, but love for what is around them.
A contest entry
- The Slain Dreamer by Ayla YellowRose.
1600 points, ended September 20, 2007, 30 entries
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Comments
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I'm beginning to get used to this new "style" of writing you got going here. There is always one stanza, and just one, that completely wraps the whole thing up and is so amazingly worded. It's the stanza that sticks out the most. To me, in this poem, it's
"as They walk past,
never fully aware,
lifeless in their own pursuit,
of a meanful existence."
I don't know why but this one just kinda pops out at me. This was very well written, nothing boring about it. Great job!
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