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Edge of Time

Everything has its order...
its hierarchy of occurrences.
It's midnight... and I'm waiting.
Every memory's slipping...
At first it was your scent.
The air would fade away
sway away, drunk of your hair
carrying a high
that no drug compares.
A scent like an inside joke.
A scent my hand still carries slow and delicate.
Next was your voice, your laugh
replaying it in my mind as I watched you sleep
my own lullaby
to dreams of you asleep...
Then your smile.
I forgot the shine of stars long ago because of that smile.
letting me know everything's alright
or that everything isn't and you don't want me to worry
but I could see it in your eyes
your starry nights within
and the masterpiece introduced through them.
The Art of your body,
your curves, smooth and subtle.
Then your touch, the confusing heat
that chills my skin and plants seeds beneath
bringing a harvest of shivers
even after all these years...
And so much more eludes me,
each passing out of recollection.
It's midnight... and I'm waiting
I'm waiting and I'm starting to forget
death has that effect...
that was really what I forgot first.
Why invest in delusions?
Instead, I wait.  Instead, I write this scene out
proper and replay the strokes of midnight.
Here, at the end of time
the end of you and I...

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  • J Rhys Davies
    October 2, 2004
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    This was so intense Big Guy. I loved your imagery in this, especially the part of the planted goosebumps. That is such a marvelous way of putting it. You never cease to amaze me.

    ~ John aka mini-me


  • avar valley
    August 22, 2004
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    That was a moonwalker's anthem. Truly rich in the beauty of darkness and longing. Beautiful thanos. You just painted my thoughts black.
    Awestruck,
    KTG


  • Poetic LieSins
    August 20, 2004
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    You're right...this IS itchy tasty! I liked the repititiveness of "it's midnight...and I'm waiting..." That was hardcore pimpness. My favorite line, by far, was "A scent like an inside joke." That kicks the can, mos def. Good job on this one. It's cool how you went away from your usual style with this one. Job well done.