And that was how I lost everything again
Through torrents of bad drinks and bad books
Who is laughing at the firing squad now?
I fear that I may have dragged the ocean
Bringing up the bodies of my former selves
Tens of thousands of transparent dopplegangers
I'll drown myself over and over and over
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The gear-like teeth grinding my hands into dust
Bones laughing in sections of coffin wood
Leaving a memory on eight millimeter film
The last scene was nothing but bad dialogue
She looked good under bridges and bombs
A final frame that showed fire and fear
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We fall into pools of driven strangeness
I will brave this horrible city for anything
With a militia of gritty teeth following behind
Go, run for the hills and never look back
Madmen never seem to get what they want
But sometimes they forget anyways
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We won't be coming home tomorrow, or ever
Now both of us are caught on a train in hell
Every track leading under bridges and through tunnels
For all time, we confess what we never wanted to
Now that we are dead, we have all the time in the world
I whispered, she whispered back, we both burned alive
A contest entry
- Insanity Is Sweet by Audie-Is-Healed.
800 points, ended February 6, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very deep but worth the dive into this, the reader gets caught up in the turbulence and disturbance of this stream of consciousness that accounts for all the bodies found within the self, like watching something surreal.
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Wow...
Wow. Insanity, yes? Reading this, it was like being on a journey. I felt so lost and disoriented reading through the beginning, and then it felt like it was heading somewhere. Then, just when I thought I was grasping it, it flew away. Insanity. You have painted a beautiful picture with your words. Not very many people can pull off that kind of poetic experience. I would be critical, but I can't see a thing to criticize. Wonderful. I love it. Best of luck in the contest!
~Amy
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