i, too, am a collector of dead souls.
after all, they are of no good to anyone
anymore, and i could use them to fill
the hole in my stomach where i chewed
the spirit right down to the quick, gnawed
on it til it oozed marrow and blue and
blood and shriveled like a fruit.
i am a harvester of life and forgotten
memories; i hoard them around me
in the silence, quivering with wanting
for my salvation, but all they do is
gather dust, cluttering my seclusion.
Author notes
this one is no good.
my apologies, Gogol.
Please tell me what you think
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I disagree, this is very well written. It is heavy with mood and emotion.
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absolutely amazing Jamie. can't believe I didn't read this sooner.
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Reading this poem makes the hairs on the back of my neck shiver. It invokes so much that I don't really understand at all. The main character seems like the "bad guy" that no one really understands... Satan, maybs?
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Actually, his name is Chichikov, from Gogol's "Dead Souls"
But he's meant to be despised more than understood...
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Well, I like it! It is insanely sad, but you know how I feel about depressing things! It is beautiful.
What are you trying to say with your title J?
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