Listening to the sound of violins and flutes
Playing softly in my ears.. these headphones and extension of self
Tangled up and wrapped up
Around and in my soul and self
These things that deliver meaning and sound to my mind
My ears thrumming gently
A vibration barely felt but loudly heard
Echoing up and down and across
Though that cloudy haze that has become
My depressed and self decimating brain
Waves random and pulsating
Like a heart left to dry up and rot
On the open windowsill
To what used to be a soul
In the form of a home with a white picket fence
And lacey curtains in the picture perfect windows
But now those picture perfect windows, are shattered and broken
And the inside is all gone dark the light bulbs scattered and broken
Against the dirty wood grain linoleum...
Author notes
this is what i get for being upset and writing... so wrote in like 5 minutes.... sigh..
A contest entry
- No Perfection by xTomorrowx.
500 points, ended June 6, 2008, 33 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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this is a great write... it's pretty unique with the way you discribed the headphones and the music and the whole sad dark scenery...
great imagery and description and great ending
best of luck in the contest..
~rana~
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Thanks for reading ^_^
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Awesome =)
I like how in the authors notes you mentioned you wrote it in like 5 minutes... It's a great poem for being written in 5 minutes, other people will probably say something like "if you work on it for a bit it could be even better" but I like this how it is, not perfect, but perfect, if that makes sense, it has perfect imperfections? I dunno, I'm blabbing again lol
I like this poem though, it's really good, thanks for entering and good luck! =) -
music has always had the ability to take me away. some lyrics also make me feel like someone understands me and doesn't judge. i come away feeling better. that's what your poem made me think of
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thanks for reading
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