It's the sound of the currents,
the motion of the waves
tossing and turning
that remind me what's gone on.
What happened today.
Too drunk to remember,
too hurt to forget,
teetering on the edge
of an old freight train.
There's nothing but net,
or perhaps thats just the sickness
passing over the edge into oblivion
coming onto me. To you.
White is the color of purity,
so paint me in black,
cause Baby,
I don't even know what it means to be.
Author notes
Oo... Shh.... This is what the picture inspired...
A contest entry
- Semi - Quickie Contest 5 by Nighttime angel.
750 points, ended June 17, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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awww omg, you did lovely, really gave that picture a kick, and popped her balloons ^_^
great write and good luck
take care
stephanie
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WOW, this is outstanding.. thats great if thats what happened when you looked at the picture.. this is a very dark poem with a harsh reality mixed right in.
great take on the prompt, excellent poem
good luck
kat
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http://s287.photobucket.com/albums/ll133/Nighttime-angel/?action=view¤t=DREAMER_BY_TARIKT.jpg
if you don't like it just let me know. you have 1 more chance
kat
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