The tears of tommorrow,
Spill from the tipping teapot,
Like corrosive ink, from a demon's well.
It erases the atrocities of humanty's past,
But not their apparent consequences...
Like a grey cloud,
This herky-jerky shit-storm envelopes us all,
And makes the world invisible to the oncoming future.
And without an obstacle in site, it drives recklessly,
Right up until it's too late...
Then..
BAM!!!
We lay there twitching,
Like a fucking-remedial, dying deer, and her babies...
Tire tracks over our entrails, still smoking,
As our brains seep off into the ether of fucking space...
And becuase noone prepared us for this shit...
The rest of the universe just figures its our own damn faults,
For standing in oncoming traffic...
When the truth is,
No one knew any better anymore.
ANd so we are swept away in the tides of the tears of tommorrow.
Author notes
I don't know if this breaks your rules or not. If it does feel free to remove it from your contest, but i thankyou for the title inspiration. it was all i really needed.
A contest entry
- Spill Some Ink My Way by jasminerose.
850 points, ended July 6, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Doesn't break the rules...
stretches them a bit, but that isn't a problem with me when writing out of the box as you have here. Anger between the lines and upfront in your face is obvious, speaking ones mind in such vivid imagery and poetically.. not politically is a talent you certainly have.
A profound piece you have written from the prompt! I am delighted that it inspired you so!!!
Thank you so very much for this wonderful entry!
Jasminerose
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Everyday almost...
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Babe this reminds me of our conversations we have during the walks. Well your works are as twisting as a spiral tree and as unusal as a purple moon. Love always.
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