Teen Poetry #8 |
The Day Poetry Died |
jayjara Member
since 2007-05-02
Posts 90Florida |
Swung out spinning empty chambers no mass left to ripple vibrations into a tsunamis of hell-bound creatures torturing my fingertips to shred disease onto blank pages. I'll ignite this graphite only to see it blaze and vaporize to dust like coca plantains with fantasy fertilizer found in our dreams; it'll suppress my appetite, deluding my last write, while peeking over my shoulder from temporary paranoia. We wish upon exploding stars, raining acid on my lips, tasting you with bitter disbelief; a masked monster conforms my work leaving me a rested widow. The coffin is lowered into a deep abyss screaming "blessed are the dead, for they rest from their labors." -J |
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lovelikewinter New Member
since 2007-12-09
Posts 4 |
wow. i really liked that. i loved your choice of words and there was a nice flow to it. i wasn't crazy about this phrase: "to dust like coca plantains with fantasy fertilizer found in our dreams" |
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