And you believe what they say
This is not a metephor
Illusion created in your mind
Trying to make sense of anything
when all of it will never be discernable
It just is, a pallette of gaurded speckles
All over your space, seeps into your brain
Colors that have names but no emotions
Read one more text, wait in agony
Over what, it's nothing
Ambiguous drodgeny
And I understand
This is not a metephor
Words stem from a place of a need
a need to understand
when no one cares
They seem to, they want to
But no one will
because
well they are all in their own world
And in the end none of it
Is a metephor
it's life and it's beautiful
In all it's unanswered freeness
Under moon, one day will pass
and then the next and fade away
What mark do you make
And this should be the important thought
I am fulfilled, and that is not a metephor
I need nothing but the core of it all
You cant get it from any computer or phone
It's here, you know what I mean
I love that it doesnt have to mean a thing
Reach inside your core
And grab the final strings left
Wake up this sleeping place
and give it a big fat kiss
ALIVE
A contest entry
- Against an albino moon by Randomly Beautiful.
900 points, ended October 8, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I don't know if your intent was to misspell metaphor but if works for me if that is what you wish. Some poetry that I have read here and other places is just words to me but to the writer the meaning may be a way to release the words that trip us up. I agree that feelings cannot stem from phones or computers but when written from the core, the heart, the spirit... they can wield themselves as swords and slice life back into someone broken and clinging to despair. Your poem leaves lots for the reader to contemplate.
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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Nicely penned. Thank you for taking the time to enter.
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