i want your gold eyelashes,
velvet pinned like
so many dead butterflies.
glass encased in museums
with a sign that reads
"the birthplace of forgetting."
so that teachers
leading ropes
of sticky children
will point and say
"look closely children,
see what coming undone looks like.
see how beautiful despair can be."
i want your muffled sobs,
eternally captured like
pacific winter waves.
wrapped in pearly seashells
with a sign that reads
"the infinite emptiness."
so that mothers
laying infants down to rest
can gently press the warmth
of white noise weeping to
perfect tiny ears, whispering
"listen closely darling,
hear what broken sounds like
hear the comfort in sorrow.'
i want your jackson pollock mascara,
framed in the gallery of modern art
like so many abstract paintings
people pretend to understand
with a sign that reads
"post-pre-surrealist portrait
of the beginning of the end."
so that tour guides
leading crowds
of scattered tourists
can point and say
"scholars have suggested that this is,
in fact, paradoxical nonsense.
the gift shop is on the left"
i want the gift shop to only sell stuffed owls and kleenex.
A contest entry
- You're Not Alone...EMOTION! by Cannot.Be.Forsaken.
535 points, ended July 10, 6 entries
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Ha !! This poem is hilarious!! I loved it!! The title alone is awesome!! I really loved the second stanza. This is really really fantastic.
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Thanks a lot! Really appreciate you reading and enjoying my work. You rock!
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good poem
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Oh! And have this,
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Whoa. This is... brilliant. I love it.
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Thanks! You're brilliant for getting how brilliant this is! Wink.
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Gold. Pure freakin gold. Bookmarked. Wow.
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Hey. I just wanted to tell you that i thought this poem was really, really good.
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