we live among you
we were born into
the end of your days
and your dark dreams
and insanities
inhabiting the shadowed
silent places
where no one looks.
we are in the night
behind rows of windows
on long city streets –
a scrap of paper in the wind
a tapping on the windowsill
the throaty moan of
wind in chimney pipes –
we are always there.
we are the frequencies
that live in waves between
the bands on car radios,
we sing in fluorescent lamps
the humming in the wires –
that gentle ringing
in your ears when
you listen carefully
to the silence.
waiting patiently . . .
we live among you.
Author notes
Llamas own -- and llamas rule.
A contest entry
- Anything Goes! by vampireblood.
475 points, ended November 15, 2008, 26 entries
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To me...this poem made me feel like I was never truly alone...even in times of 'alone-ness' Now there's a word
I found this haunting but serene at the same time. I am not sure what you were thinking of when you wrote this poem...all I can say is how I felt when reading it. A feeling of being connected...we are all one
Enuff said!
Mariana
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we are in the night
behind rows of windows
on long city streets –
a scrap of paper in the wind
a tapping on the windowsill
the throaty moan of
wind in chimney pipes –
we are always there.
I am sorry Garrison, but I think this contest holder either hurried through this read, or didnt get it.
This has all the goodness of an epic, and I would definitely expand some of these ideas.
Absolutely wonderful, and I hope all the best for you, in this contst.
jin
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I like this. It was interesting. To me it seemed more as a riddle, and it leaves one wonder what it is you are speaking of. Very good job. Thanks for entering and best of luck to you in my contest.
Vampy -
Huh, interesting. I like this very much. It's very thought provoking. It really makes one think about what's out there that we don't know about yet, and when and how they plan to make themselves known. I love this. Great job!!!
Megan -
another riddle poem. are they some kind of aliens or are they our own fears?
this poem is full of amazing detail. so many images and sounds to love/hate
a scrap of paper in the wind. lllove that.
love the sound bites in the third stanza especially the in-between frequencies and the gentle ringing of silence
this is dark and still has a magical quality about it. so creative.
full of wonder at the things we don't stop to think about too much.
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