Brain cells die in sparkling bouquet
as chain reactions cascade.
Lanterns of power to create and remodel
glisten dumb in the distance.
Fluttering wings constricted by German,
thousands words of nothing,
dark blobs of belladonna,
acidic spell upon my muse.
My mind is drowned
in waters of Lethe.
A bullet in my brain
the better solution
to eternity of hours wasted
chained to my desk
for this torture in German class.
A contest entry
- anything under 15 lines by tara wilson.
600 points, ended February 4, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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LMAO - I was wondering where this was going,,,,yeah..I hear ya..
thanks so much for this entry..
(I like the analogy in this poem of being a prisoner of war to being in German class..creative)
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Thanks a lot. It was written in German class apparently and well it was great ventilation. It fitted the contest so I said "Why not?"
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