Tomorrow promises to be a day of reckoning.
a day of bridges to be burned
and towers to be knocked down.
(You know it's funny,
the later it gets,
the sharper the world
becomes.
I can differenciate the sorrow from the detachment
when the shadows have laid hold
to my world.
I can pick up my silence
and walk away with it if I wish;
rather then watch it bleeding
into the carpet
as I would in the day.)
Tomorrow will come and instead of knocking
he may blow your door off the hinges
with his silly half cracked smile.
(I can taste the moon
scintillating through this
film of mundane wanderings.
It is, after all, a daily
thing we throw up there.)
For tomorrow is a fickle man
who may indeed be a woman.
but you know that he's dependable
and that at least should be a comfort.
(it's as if your eyes have awoken
when everything else has gone to bed.
and is sleeping away the reality
it will never get to live.
and i can taste the aloneness
of this moment.
I can hear my fingers pounding out
the words as loudly as I can hear
my heart pounding out the passion
that drives them.
From a distant room I can hear the
hitched breathing of all those missing out.)
for no matter how tomorrow comes
we know tomorrow's coming.
(It's some how more comfortable to be
me
in these enveloping shadows,
when the light I see by is cast by
a monitor I never understood,
than during those hours spent surrounded
by mediocrity.
I can savor the purity of this moment.
And no one's awake to stop me.)
and we can always
count
on
that.
Author notes
Written February 3rd, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- What the hell is it worth? by MissHapps.
500 points, ended February 25, 2004, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I always do love well done anticipation poems. this is just a great poem. it rocks.. but im kinda speechless... soo
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interesting. reality looks good on you.
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Wow...totally awesome write...I am speechless.
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We shall see.
This poem will be ran through a software program entitled: Reality Poetry. It will rank and grade each letter and word. If it passes and is scored above a 4 then it will be considered as Trophy material. Keep your hopes as high as your window shades and please open the door today if the UPS guy knocks today. -
hell yeah, i know exactly what you mean. i think Mr. Click will appreciate this entry. good luck with his contest, he's a cruel taskmaster.
very well done.
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One of the best poems I've read in ages
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