Odium shadows
Preluding death
A veil of misfortunes
Under a shot glass
Drenched in vodka
Perfuming boiling blood
With twisted faces
Scorched upon the wall
Juggling with barbed wire cord
Cutting the flesh
In order to reveal
A mess amongst utter chaos
Drained, battered and broken
Unable to comprehend
With gritting teeth
That eats away at nerves
Making a smile
Decay into a frown
Putrid nostrils
Smelling a flower…
Now the stale smoke settles
Narrowing down
What lies we’ve spoken
To this desecrated ground
Author notes
Cinder
A contest entry
- Round 1: Hit me With your Best Pre-write. by edit my world..
425 points, ended October 20, 2007, 64 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Love it or hate it, in a good way. :]
Comments
-
Hmmm this is a new poem
I asked for a pre-write. But i guess i'll let it slide.
I am very confused when i read this. Maybe its because my mind isnt working i dont know. But what is it that you're describing...talking about?
-
-
Yeah, it was something I wrote a few days ago and finally decided to put it up and saw your contest. Thanks for letting it slide though. =)
Basically the poems talking about how one's mind is in a absolute frenzy (mixture of hate, anger and depression) and in order to drain it, resorting to drinking. Then it goes on into ignoring it until you rot from the inside out and finally the last stanza is realizing the hole you dug for yourself. Seeing how screwed up you made the situation become.
Or something like that. Lol.
I could throw you a different pre-write if you'd like me too. If this one still doesn't make sense.
-
Adding your comment:
