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Burial Applicant

Smile
Once again

I find myself between mountains
Overshadowing my own presence
Climbing them up with my bare feet
Would lead to nothing
But a chain of pebbles handicapping me
So the red trail will serve as a guide
For those prepared climbers

Ice keeps me inside gently
So my nausea won't display
I'm here, a picture of a glacier
With the perfect target
A man dressed in black
Bullseye

You can't spell "Believe" without "Lie"
And the nutshell is so big
You can't just crack it
Hold me tight into your vanishing air
I won't pierce it like I'm supposed to
Concrete walls want to dye my world with gray tones

I refuse the ideas of eternal lasting
I was taught with ideas of buying me love
Like always
Caged inside my wearing
A pool of excrement approaches to the limits
And the stench of my skin
Human grease is the best for making soap

Yet no bullets reach the insides of the bunker

A romantic ending was expected for anyone
But, hyenas and ravens
Please come to me
The cycle must go on, I must be useful once or twice
Like detergent
I'm disposable and degradable

I wish I could take someone's hand inside this hut
Miserable branches and mud enclose the hermit
And the only gifts I could give
Leprosy takes off a flower with five petals
Contagious

Lichens are useful
I hug myself among their fields
A deer, an ant, a beetle ask for my destiny
Yet my hair touches them
And like smoke, they vanish

I drug myself with the feeling of starvation
My brain is drying, so it hallucinates
Yet there is no food
No food I could eat, even if I need it so badly

My words screech to the ears of nothing
A kick to the guts of nothing, there's nothing inside
The voice of nothing whispers in tones of nothing
I'm capsuled into the song of nothing
Which echoes

Nothing left to lose
As nothing was there to begin with

The casket doesn't close

Such a novelty
The cynic refuses to stay
Stalactites know how to do their job as I hug life
I get drilled by my own hope
I smile at the thoughts of Lethe
And get closer to a town of humans

Can you feel the fractals on my skin?

I'm an anarchist in terms of listening to myself
I betrayed myself with belief once again

The book is open
"And then, they point at me with their fingers, their ridiculous mouths speak to me in wonderful tones. How can I believe such a thing from the same tongues that were throwing rotten words at my ears?"

I wish you could talk now

Author notes

Thoughts and feelings at the moment.
By Kyo-N.

A contest entry

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  • HereComesTheSun
    September 7, 2008
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    a fantastic write
    great job


  • FieryHollow
    August 8, 2008

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    This write is a piece of art, it's fantastic. The flow and everything gave me chills while reading it. I absolutely loved this, good luck in the contest!


  • Polaja Greeters member
    August 7, 2008

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    This is a very thought-provoking poem. Thank you for entering this contest just a note to ask you to check that you have followed the rules - I wish you the best of luck when it comes to judging!

    Keep writing

    Polly


  • Ravensdark
    July 22, 2008

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    I really like the flow and form of this poem. I like the imagery with which you have expressed yourself. This is a very thought provoking poem. Thanks for entering and good luck.

  • MorganTea
    July 14, 2008

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    Weird, but good still

    This poem was really weird, the style was one that I've never seen before

    I liked it

    I got lost in it, the feeling were so real, the emotion was so real, everything felt like it was really happening

    Very Good

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