"This isn't even clear, doesn't tell the why, this is an incomplete..."
There needs no reason
No logic with holes, like moth-eaten canopies
For this urge to
...dance the day away.
Upstairs
Ignore the man
While he's
Screaming his heart out
That desperate, feverish pitch that turns heads
He's a drumbeat in the back of your head
While the phone buzzes an almost inaudible note
In your sore ears
Doesn't matter anyway.
All that ever mattered was the voice
On the other end of the line
That you raised from dreariness
To something close to happy again.
Author notes
Quote's from a Chevelle song. So's the title.
A contest entry
- ♥Drop The Dagger And Lather The Blood On Your Hands, Romeo!♥ by On Frail Wings..
550 points, ended August 25, 2007, 44 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow. i'm not really sure just what i like about this poem, but i really like it. nice work and good luck in my contest...i'm going to add you to the finalists. =] keep it up!
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Thanks for making me smile with this. It has a great amoutn of emotion behind it, and an amazing dose of imagery.
I love the way you spaced the words '...dance the day away'. Added an amazing contrasting effect with the elipses there.The way you centered the final stanza is also a great technique; makes it stand out from the rest of the poem as the dominant message. It also fortifies the message that all the events in the prior stanzas are miniscule and insignificant.
Thanks for sharing.
Dave
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