Amongst a ghost of pause like the shores of death Island
I fritter threat of festival by hanging Santa Claus
stealing his sack and suffocating myself into a muse
where only the bad bands take stage and their plans
to drive me round the bend to crash and smash
more and more
Obviously the on/off button left without me
The shops sign blocked life without closure
Open to the forbidden land
The forbidden fruit to where we'll take a bite
and there shoots the un-right fright of broken volume
breaking my bones
leaving me for the tide
separating me from a bliss of 'break loose'
the longest pause of a void that passes
behind fluids I suspect I seem shy 'til die come
Swim me out into the deep dark waters
A contest entry
- what happens in the white spaces by Dienush.
750 points, ended April 30, 2008, 24 entries
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Comments
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Wow, I love how raw and ...contemporary this is. I really like it and your nice use of alliterations. Thank you for entering my contest.
~Diana
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