You disintegrate my flurries of emotions
with a flick of your wrist
I'm broken into thousands of microorganisms
scattered & diffused under a slide of fragile glass
awaiting to be experimented on again
as you zoom in with your oscilloscope
& pick apart my hypocritical flaws;
you're squeezed within my admonition
absorbed in my brittle bones
& consumed throughout my tired muscles
dawning on the images portrayed
when I close my heavy eyelashes
so they brush the tears
down my deciduous cheek bones
until they crash onto my pillow case
& recreate my forgotten past;
the vapors release from my pores
to reveal these stacked-up hopes
that painted my dreams in perfection
as the stars fell into my hands
burning 'forever' in my slippery palms
but when my eyes begin to trace your location
you illuminate intensely
while you're leaning onto never
& tripping on perpetration
like stumbling over cords
attached to my nerve system
that beamed 'bliss'
from the frazzled speakers
containing ignorant fantasies
of this silly love affair;
so if you flick off the power switch
to our source of happiness
& main current of confusion
then I shall do the same
but if you plug our hearts
back into the distorted outlet
we can recharge
& regain our positive attractions
like an ionic bond
of two opposite charged atoms
becoming
closer
only
if you preserve
a spot for me in your hallucinations
will I unlock the door
to my closet of insecurities
& plastic containers
of forgotten dreams
where you made me
whole.
♥
with a flick of your wrist
I'm broken into thousands of microorganisms
scattered & diffused under a slide of fragile glass
awaiting to be experimented on again
as you zoom in with your oscilloscope
& pick apart my hypocritical flaws;
you're squeezed within my admonition
absorbed in my brittle bones
& consumed throughout my tired muscles
dawning on the images portrayed
when I close my heavy eyelashes
so they brush the tears
down my deciduous cheek bones
until they crash onto my pillow case
& recreate my forgotten past;
the vapors release from my pores
to reveal these stacked-up hopes
that painted my dreams in perfection
as the stars fell into my hands
burning 'forever' in my slippery palms
but when my eyes begin to trace your location
you illuminate intensely
while you're leaning onto never
& tripping on perpetration
like stumbling over cords
attached to my nerve system
that beamed 'bliss'
from the frazzled speakers
containing ignorant fantasies
of this silly love affair;
so if you flick off the power switch
to our source of happiness
& main current of confusion
then I shall do the same
but if you plug our hearts
back into the distorted outlet
we can recharge
& regain our positive attractions
like an ionic bond
of two opposite charged atoms
becoming
closer
only
if you preserve
a spot for me in your hallucinations
will I unlock the door
to my closet of insecurities
& plastic containers
of forgotten dreams
where you made me
whole.
♥
Author notes
Prompt: "I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours." - Bob Dylan
Photo Credit:
I can feel him... by =celestialblue
A contest entry
- Which Door? by silverscent.
525 points, ended October 14, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Apologies by catalyst..
450 points, ended October 6, 2008, 27 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
feedback would be greatly appreciated :D
Comments
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closer < closer i jus love that word and i love this poem, its avery powerfull piece, lovely write :]
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You are an amazing writer, you know that Amanda? Your use of imagery and strong emotion has become your trademark and something you have become very good at. This was a fantastic poem and definitely gold worthy.


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Aww thanks bro !
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you are welcome
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I loved the imagery in this. It was a very beautiful peice.
Though it seemed to me that this was more demanding and apology not apoligizing, correct me if I'm wrong I may just have to read this over again. -
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I tried to make it a bit of both, actually :] The whole demanding an apology, yes, but more or less going along with everything from the get go, is more like an apology to myself, because I've seem to waste 6 months on something[someone] who I know will never get the guts to step up for what he feels. If that makes any sense. haha
Thanks!
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sorry about that. This is a really great poem.
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lol thanks !
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Great poem and image. I really like how you use words to create images and action. Very clever lines. Good luck in the contest.


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Here you are
"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours." - Bob Dylan
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