Rip me of this stagnant, unfolding time
Shatter the clocks that chain me here
Spread your wings and fly me away
So that I can live in this dream of mine
No wires obstructing a night-tide view
Or aeroplanes killing the stars
No puffs of smoke from metallic factories
Or idiots in their cars
Tear the nylon from the mannequins
Burn down the technology's home
Open that ancient book, let me in
So that I can trod in 1811
No bass beats and ignorant rhyme
Or computerized idols on screen
No cell phones, unneccessary as they are
Take me from this time that's so mean
Wrap me in cotton, in lace, in brocade
Give me only the candle's light
Lay me to sleep in down and soft sheets
So that I can rise in a passed age
I do not belong here, now, in this era
The asphalt and concrete mock me
I do not desire the power of machines
Motors and androids disgust me
Anyone, or Dear, dreary Edgar
Let your phantasm take hold of my
Spirit and deeper and backwards let's fly
So that contentment may be mine
A contest entry
- Give me what you've got by Sound of Madness.
450 points, ended June 30, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow. amazing job. i think you should have taken my place and won the contest.
fantastic job
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wow this is really something. God this is amazing, creatuive writing is so for you. Keep it up, you are a amazing writer and i'm sure you inspire alot of people with this. Great job.
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Interesting write here
Often I wonder if the human race doesnt recycle into a new era leaving the past behind yet ghosts dwell within with the desire the two often clash
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This was interesting. I really enjoyed reading this. It was different, and very descriptive of your belief. I wish you much luck in my contest.
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