Marco Polo 226
Remember the boy that he use to be,
All the innocence wrapped up in the colors of a dream,
Everybody's mistake and nobody's son,
The unfinished song and the puzzle undone,
An introspective view from the wrong end of a gun,
Bowed into the sunset before the day had begun,
Bring in the shroud to cover his face,
Veil the sky and put the stars away,
Like a beautiful promise that will never fade,
Locked away in your heart shaped box,
Keep the memories safe from regret and pain ;
How the hand of fate can be so savage,
Like food for the gods to break open and ravage,
When you think you know what you really need,
Then it cuts you up and leaves you to bleed,
All the answers to the riddles that would set you free,
Became the empty questions you could never conceive,
Give me one more moment to hold his hand,
So cold and still...I'll never understand,
In the light of this endless night
Will I ever feel warm inside again,
Sometimes you find everything you wanted
Comes a little too late to undo past mistakes ;
Remember the boy who heard the call of the tragic,
Will they ever understand the politics of damage,
You know every ghost begins as a hopeful romantic,
Staring at the world through their own rose colored glasses,
So he walked in their path and slipped on the grime,
Betrayed by the promise of treasure and lies,
Seduced by the comfort of joy in the veins,
Retreating to the illusion of a happier place,
It can swallow the blame and take the pain away,
But it's a heavy burden to walk in those chains everyday,
Now they've come to take it away,
He just couldn't remember that boy
Who danced in those brighter yesterdays,
He just couldn't remember that boy
Who wanted to stay ;
Bring in the shroud to cover his face,
Veil the sky and put the stars away,
Like a beautiful promise that will never fade,
Locked away in your heart shaped box,
Keep the memories safe from regret and pain :
A contest entry
- the first thing to spill off your tongue by Plastic Dreams.
460 points, ended April 24, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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wow
this really reminds me of how I feel about someone, you write so well I can immediately connect with it. It's so sad and evocative, particularly your use of imagery to describe the tragedy of what seems to have been a wasted life. thanks for sharing such a great write - cheers, this is an excellent poem. -
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Thanks much or your time and comment. Yeah it's a pece about a guy who commited suicide...actualy my ode to Kurt Cobain.
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Wow, if this was the first thing to spill off your tongue I really would love to see how amazing your other poems must be. An excellent poem. Good luck in the contest
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Thanks very much, I had just watched a documentary on Kurt Cobain earlier that evening, the emotions and the picture prompt kind of melded as it was still fresh in my mind and I was on that wavelength. Thanks again for reading.
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everbody's mistake and nobody's son.. saddening.
wrong end of a gun. awesome line.
i'm not usually for a rhyme scheme but you've worked this out in perfection. lotsa slant rhymes. i like.
this piece is powerful. and gruesome. very masculine. and doubtful.
politics of damage. woah.
this entire piece is saddening to me. is keeps me in my own mind. subtle world of discovery. or recovery.
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Thanks so very much for your time, I am always humbled and overjoyed when someone finds value in a piece. Thanks for the detailed analysis it is always appreciated.
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