black surrounds thoughts,
white screen where no words
take shape against a backdrop
of whirling static and; him
resounding echoes breath walls,
ready to explode in a tirade
of shut the fuck up and raging tempers
sucking at life; his own importance
darker moments when imagination
takes over, stepping across black lines
where clarity and freedom form
their own reality
just once a pillow
would look good on him
Author notes
Prompt ~ 1.01am
A contest entry
- 1:01 a.m. by Cinnarry.
8750 points, ended October 10, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wonderful Juls!
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*hands you the pillow* Feathers for a different use!
C
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