The flute plays like a hypnotised serpent, slowly manipulating us into clay.
The solitary life here in our desert, strives to make things crazy,
the disillusionment of their reality, elongates our senses, as we sit and wait! all going completely insane.
Dressed in our church best driving to the Cathedral, we finally hear the siren. that blessed sound faint in the distance.
My mother begins crying as I turn to my final resting spot and calmly smile to my family.
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Revelation
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A contest entry
- ...Help me by Mokashi Senyu.
400 points, ended August 10, 107 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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And you say you don't have talent?!
Holy cow, this poem is SO GOOD! I love your language and the style and just everything. Very powerful and awe-inspiring. This is wonderful, good luck in the contest! This deserves a shiny (:
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Welcome to Allpoetry
On a personal opinion I don't really like this. From a literacy point of view however it was written well with good use of devices, I just personally don't feel from it. Good write. Welcome to the site, if you have any questions please feel free to ask.
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Welcome to AllPoetry
The ending to this kind of gave a bit of a chill, but it is inevitable. I like the strength in this, especially for a short piece.
Welcome to AP. If you have any questions or need help with anything, feel free to Im me.
Keep expressing through writing.
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