Spin that record, spin it good, Twirl it around the universe until it explodes.
Watch the fragments fly off into anti-mattered galaxies of hearts long dead.
Suspended animations speeds up like a film reel catching fire.
Beauty in destruction, grief mangled within corruption.
Open the letter from the one full of heart, cut it open, cut it wide. Unsheathe your sword
and slice open the emotion dripped trees and the perfume wasted aroma.
Maybe, you’ll believe me now when I say hearts can taint even the purest of souls.
It may be experience, or maybe I’m just in grief when I lie to you.
Soul pouring won’t do any good. Your hands have already touched everything.
My flesh is just a wonderland for you. My mind is just a toy.
I may be a mannequin to you, but I pretend to be alive.
Your manufactured emotions you wear on your sleeves could be made of hair,
but you pretend they’re synthetic fibers.
You love to manipulate as much as I do. You love to win inside. You confuse
the darkest of souls and prey upon the lightest of women.
Innocence you play. The mask of the Fool. You wear it better than the actor it portrayed.
I take everything you say for truth, Call it foolish, I call it faith.
Remnants of a long lost pact to give humanity a chance.
I listen to you and believe you. It could of been spoon fed lies
or maybe just an oncoming storm while we snuggle within the eye.
Either way, we’re not even together, yet you wish to drag your fingertips
down the fibers of my being. Enjoy it now. I may be severed later.
Do you enjoy the dance we do. The dance within our Wonderland.
The fingers that glide beneath the skin and tickle even the darkest of abysses.
Do you prey upon that emotion? The emotion of complete submission.
Its something you want so badly. You love the control on your mushrooms.
You wear the hookah as your crown blowing power through the air.
You crave something I have, don’t’ you?
“Do whatever what you want.”I chant and that’s the direct key that sets you off,
like a long staccato stuck within a flute
With a spraying of darkness and letting lust rein free,
I can see the face beneath the mask the one that used to sit with me beneath that tree.
A friend I’ve seen, never a lover. I see it now that you may desire both.
I may not be ready, but a no is not a word.
I’ll show you in due time, that maybe life is something I can live with.
Stability within an unstable thing. I sense it now more than ever.
You rock the boats of destiny and intertwine the threads of fate.
So you can conquer everything we’ve had and consume me.
If you’re good, I might just let you.
Author notes
Spewing things beneath closed lids was never mine
I guess you could see both forces in each given time.
You call it fake, I call it truth. Will you sway to it.
I know I cannot say the turth but I may be sorely hit.
So before you think that i make my life through poetry.
Think hard before you realize. This may be just a lie
induced fantasy.
If you believe in the mind that everythign is true
Slowly your morality sways beneath the crescent moon.
A contest entry
- make me feel by weebabycole.
360 points, ended October 29, 2007, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Wherever you are stop and write! by alexandrathegreat.
1800 points, ended October 24, 2007, 31 entries
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Another wonderful piece by you I see. I love your way of writing and the subjects you put into words. I love the imagery of it and find you to be a truly gifted poet. Great work on yet another piece.
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I loved how you told me. You weren't timid about anything in this poem. The language was forceful in your face. Though I found some parts repetitive. You might want to go back and edit such as-
'The mask of the Fool. You wear it well dear mask wearer.'
'You are the fool mask wearer.'
That would suffice. Just giving you a hint. You don't have to use it.
or
'Do you enjoy the dance we do. The dance within our Wonderland.'
how about-
'Do you enjoy our dance in Wonderland?'
I think you did well with this and I hope you will consider editing. This poem has great potential thank you.
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I fixed what I think it needed to.
I changed "The mask of the Fool. You wear it well dear mask wearer.'" to "Innocence you play. The mask of the Fool. You wear it better than the actor it portrayed."
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really like this
its a bit long but it works x -
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Thank you Miss.
I'm glad you enjoy it :]
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Wow Hun, it's been too long! Amazing piece babe. I think I actually know where this is coming from. It's so odd the imagery I get for this, and maybe I'm just nutz but I can see something about me and my boi in this. lol O.O I've been thinking bout him too much.
Great Job babe, I hope to get some new poems up soon! Gawd bless!
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