The talking cricket
Nowhere is the source
Nowhere is the advice
Where's the bug?
Or the real question
What bugs?
Push the plush's belly
"I love you"
"Let's play"
Common words
For a cotton doll
"Play with me and we'll conquer the world"
"Let's kill some people"
And where does that come from?
Pushing its... head?
The random beats sounding
160 BPM for the masses
And random voices from hearts
But the battery runs out
Head banging still
Moshing still
The devil's horns in hand's shape
Where's the music?
A weird guideline
A random picture
With someone else's rubric
The font? Not that else's
Feelings unknown behind the paint
For the real painter
* Knock knock *
And all illusions fade
As the adviser becomes family
Hate, the inner routine
Random instruments
And a shape of amnesia
The real company inside
Pinocchio forgets
And Geppetto reminds
Author notes
"Decaying Isolation" <- Used as a prompt. I'll probably be disqualified due to the take on the prompt, weird as always.
A contest entry
- A little lonely rainbow by x-Black-Butterfly-x.
300 points, ended March 19, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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its different i will hrat you that but the metaphors are powerful and i think i can see how you were inspired.well done



