The wall ozzy's,
self satisfaction.
Grips my eyes gaze
with a dirty smudge
or two ...
Shadows,
move like ghosts
through
cracks of light.
As I trace patterns,
like brainwaves.
To find,
that everything
is the same ...
I am woodworm
transfixed by you
Author notes
PIC- http://nosurp.deviantart.com/art/how-our-story-ends-58446311
A contest entry
- just sitting around staring at walls? by amaranthine lover.
1520 points, ended January 1, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like this, a very individual look at the walls from a unique perspective. Surreal, dreamy yet focused. Nice.
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thank you
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I love the whole thing, this is what I was really looking forward to reading, thanks so much for bringing that to me!
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thank you, but no gold damn lol
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well I was pushing for bronze or silver, but I wasn't the only one judging this contest!
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This is kind of bizzare and like your descriptions a great deal. Especially because they are rather surreal and dreamlike. I find the choise of words on your poem very clever and the style very pleasing and easy despite its eerieness
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thank you i'm glad you thought Bizzare that's what i was going for
Take care
John
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