We all seem to be so cut and dry,
with our masks of indifference,
and our hallowed empty eyes,
The percussion gun beats,
Wreathing like tentacles,
Our feet, begin,
to twitch
then itch.
Slowly, we are shuffling, inchoherent madness,
Bubbling we boil, our skin starts to rub,
as the mass of skin and teeth, and plastic,
starts to move.
WO OA OA OA OAH!
'where do you get off? and how can i get there too?'
Our hands clap and our bodies bounce,
we swarm, each and all a single entity,
but our voices rising and falling,
blend,
like chocolate sundaes and summer
we melt into eachother.
Heads lolled to the side, and colours,
raining within my dialated pupils,
i scream, as the beat crushes me into another body,
like a school of fish, we reach a peak,
'YOU CALL THIS DIGNIFIED,
SO I I I FEEL THE SAME!'
Feet stomping the ground like an army,
The room swoons, as conversation,
is screamed, and sweat shared like love,
Makeup drips in puddles, shoes are thrown,
forgotten, nails peel the skin off faces,
but the madness,
became unity,
as the song,
was switched on,
to repeat.
A contest entry
- A Time To Write by Pisces rainbow.
1100 points, ended November 15, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
prompts to contest holder a poem bout a party i went to and my fave song, the whole room kinda when crazy it was as close to unity as ive ever been.
Comments
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Such powerful imagery you've painted here, and I can relate in parts as I've been to many a party in my younger days. Take care and good luck in contest.
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Oh yes I do like this
it is differnt but then I was looking for different so I can see the sameness in all the writes, so all that read these poems
can see the beauty in diversity that is in all of us
you have done this brilliantly
every bit of it
creative...
amazing imagery
Thank you for your precious entry
God bless you my friend...
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