Cascading glass whispering through the air
As another cage is broken
Beauty flooding away as each cut remains
Whilst refusing to heal
We tried to help yet you pulled away
I've wanted to say so many things
To each of you we help
It's not what we want,
To place you in these glass cages
And attach each figment of your imagination
Your simply pieces of hatred
Each sleeping and dull
Yet when we hold you to the light
It seems everything falls apart
The frequency too high to continue
Look at the hell that you are
Monsters in cages that we created
Watch as this skin of mine peels away
And leaves the muscles of a beast
I was once like you all
Sitting in the cages waiting for the light
Yet I overcame my stupidity
And stood there before each of you
But you seem to have inspired a new strand
Something that burns a dire white
So hot and threatening
As each vein bulges whilst I howl
Woe is me, you've increased the frequency of this hate
Watch the statistics slowly rise
As we break free and rush towards the moonlight
Whilst our bodies are torn apart
Author notes
I asked for number 17, this got me the title Frequency of Hate
I meant for this to be more of a real image than a symbolic image but then I realised what I'd written. Oh well, it's all good.
A contest entry
- The Mystery Title Prompt Contest by Glasyalabolas.
1400 points, ended December 16, 2008, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I really like this, the imagery is great and it kept my interest all through out.
Gr8 Write!
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Why thank you =D
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Excellent imagery in this piece that I think does lend itself to being more symbolic, the wording really does lend itself towards giving a visually striking, emotive vision of anger, hatred, it's destructiveness and the struggle to break free from it.
Good write.
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Thank you so much =D
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"Beauty flooding away as each cut remains"
great imagery in that line. I like the imagery and story line you have created throughout the poem, but have you thought about separating your poem into stanzas it would make it easier for the reader to read
"Yet I overcame my stupidity
And stood there before each of you
But you seem to have inspired a new strand
Something that burns a dire white
So hot and threatening"
this would have to be the best set of lines i have read in a long time, they flow together really nicely and you can just read easily through them
great job on this poem you really nailed it
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wow thank you so much! =D Oh and I don't know why I don't separate it. Old habits I guess. And when I do separate it I get very picky about certain aspects.
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