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Kissing the bathroom mirror with your eyes (no tongue please).

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Knowledge:

The ability to absorb niche facts that relate to the external world. These differ from person to person depending on perceived beliefs.

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The weather is nice today if you could see in the letters where they match up between concise dots,
I'm not going to get you out of that fucking bog until you convert from the fish wives kitchen,
It's nice out here if you have a mother to scream at the zits on your forehead as they creep down your ear,
Lovingly they reach and whisper:
"I'm speaking from a metaphor to which you assume the words that are spoken are real but I am merely stating what you already think now please go and rid me of this sea man".

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Love:

The lack of endorphin release given by the solution of sticking with one other to which you already have lustful feelings. This increases the chance of reproduction as you keep them ever close on a paper clip necklace.

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Necessary to understand that this is not the right way as long as you look correctly,
I mean you see that boy over there yeah?
He could have many different potential pathways but why bother going into a maze where you succeed if you reach the middle?

Why is the middle the answer? It's still a dead end.

The only way out would be to find the entrance again.

In that case you just wasted £7.50 on absolutely nothing.

...those who can not see through the woods and the trees,
I see the woods and the trees and the small village beyond.

And what is more I have a flamethrower.

"Thee who disagrees with me in private I deem them a fool,
Thee who disagrees with me in public,
Call them an ambulance"

The boy licks his ice cream.
It's sour.

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Abnormality:

The belief that that someone deviates from social norms, fails to function adequately, and disregards the definition of ideal mental health.

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So the boy wakes up on a plane and the plane is just going down over and over again,
Every time it's about to crash he wakes up and the plane is falling at a higher altitude than before,
Eventually he is able to sleep on a plane that is consistently failing and crashing.

The boy then is able to go through life as a malevolent shell that feels nothing:
Slandered by chavs,
Hit by cars,
You get the idea.

And stares into the night sky. When his mind awakes and speaks:

"The world consists of biological pulses that do not wish to accept their fate as dying in a hole and -it's, it's rather lovely-really but due to my own uh self interests being more important I probably should correlate with this and decrease the numbers of anti-scient beliefs."

The boy finds a little object.
(*censored*) with the right hand pushed into,
(*censored*) casting out the runny and gaseous,
(*censored*) tasted like burnt sick,
(*censored*) regions of sin that were never touched he could now hold in his hand.

The boy licked it,
"Smells like fish but tastes like honey"

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Gnosticism: The belief that there is a higher being only that it has the ability to be both good and evil. Thus being a main explanation for monotheistic beliefs. Though it fails because we are all stubborn (and we're all total bitches).
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He walks up to the door and knocks slowly,
Heart pounding inside a sledgehammer rib cage,
"I hope I can convince her now",
He embraces the door,
And let's the needle slink and leak the sea from his eyes,
The door can't be opened,
It was only painted on.
A rabbit slowly cascades from the sky with the majesty of a paper bag,
It had the number four written all over it,
And slowly opened it's mouth.

The boy yanked the rabbit open,
She was not there,
Why wasn't she there?
She's supposed to be fucking everywhere!!
He guts the rabbit and paints it in her name.
Maybe psychopaths aren't meant to lust for those numinous feelings,
Our physiological problems are too vast.

By the deserted motorway alley he see's a child raping the leeches on the floor,
He was struggling,
So he gave him some help.

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Interlude:

The room has a baby in but not a mother,
The baby is about 22 years old,
And has a mother the age of 8.
Leathering in compounds is a tricky situation and shouldn't be attempted without the mass conversation of oceanic issues.

Over and over and over and over.

The room has no walls and covered in lamps.
Lamps are the prostitutes of the room and no one seems to stop them.

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And the boy found a hat that he could put in his belly button,
For shame cries the lee, for lee was not happy with him,
Oh no.

Then he finally finds her,
And touching her arm
like sterile silk,
She calmly smiles,
Why can't he be on the other side of the mirror?
Why did he have to be a boy?
He loves this person he sees very much,
Why can't everyone else see it?


He takes a knife downstairs he goes,
Cuts the shorter umbilical chord.


And grows.

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Author notes

...goodness gracious me...this is a one off...that took a hell of a lot of effort (don't let that sway you though) and makes no sense besides of course...that reference of a boy longing to be a woman...I guess the main flaws of this are that it really has very little relevance to anything and pretty much splurges all over the place...I will leave it be however just so people can point and laugh...

...enjoy...

Note: This is not a prewrite and therefore came out of nothing...so I apologise deeply for the ineptness...

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Comments

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  • I just came back to this for the first time in a while. It reminded me how exceptional it was. There was an incredible amount of voice in this. It needs to be spoken, I think.
    I just... get the metaphors so much more now, I see things with much more clarity.
    You're incredible...


    • Progandother
      August 29
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      ...haha...I almost forgot about this one...kind of disappeared off my radar after I used it in the contest...I like this...it has no exact rhythm and seems more like a conversation...

      ...makes me remember my roots...

      Oliver

  • loved it proggy. great write as usual. i hope you win this contest. you deserve the gold. umm...sorry i'm not in a very comment-y mood right now...anyways it was very insightful though a bit random, but random is always good...lol
    -kaity-

  • Fucking brilliant.
    Finalist.
    Especially loved the definitions of love and abnormality.
    I understood too mcuh of this which concerns and delights me.
    Thank you for entering this into my contest.


  • badnovocaine
    April 3

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    Actually this was far interesting to read, and is actually one of my favorite pieces I have read so far on this website, but I like randomness, I think its needed sometimes.

    And I'm not sure if you meant to do this or not but the places where you put the words to described them like the love, knowledge, and Gnosticism parts, kind of reminds me of Ambrose Bierce. Its a good thing, because I haven't seen that for a long time, and he was a good writer.


    Good luck in the contest although I have to slap myself and ask you where you are during my contests

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