Darkness buzzing.
Flies falling.
Blood red corpses.
Decaying skies.
The skies are black,
Filled with the rotten stench
Of ripped shreds.
What used to be alive........
Burnt to life,
Happy to die.
Red trees;
And green roses
Incomplete the situation.
Spinning straight;
Standing in circles.
Confused,
Dazed.
Unknowing of what is reality,
And what isn't real.
Or is it what is reality and what is real?.....
Author notes
Too short, incomplete.
Please tell me what you think
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Red trees;
And green roses
Incomplete the situation.
Ooh, I like that line. I do like this line, abstract yet dark at the same time.
Maybe a bit too.. deathy
Nice one though, thanks for entering.
7/1 -
Don't feel insecure about this poem
I absolutely loved this
It's actually better than a lot of your other stuff
It has a unique free form and its rhythmic disjointedness made me dizzy
While it didn't have much of a rhythmic flow,
its words were connected so well yet so loosely that I had to think hard about the poem to follow it
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o yea... I also noticed a rather morbid theme to the poem as well lol
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