|Dark Poetry #5|
|Of orgies and bungee jumping|
since 2008-07-23Posts 17
The seconds preceding, had come alive,
With whistles, stage fright and choreographed angst,
Hidden under laces of screams’ distortions,
As countdowns mimed to raise these curtains,
While I hid behind actors and theatrical convulsions.
Resolutions, repeated, of ages past,
Faltered, forgotten, now flattered again,
By memory losses and awed pauses that patronize idols,
On the pedestal of things to do.
And then again... who cares if I stay the same?
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since 2006-09-14Posts 2423
Superb write. Exellent use of metaphor and a really great read!
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