»
Main Forums
»
Dark Poetry #5
»
Trancapocalypse
| Dark Poetry #5 |
|
Trancapocalypse |
|
|
River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
Stagger toward the rising sunset scream into waves so dark, so cold, so comforting. Here lays the death of deception, and here my journey finds meaning so dark, so cold, so comforting. When poverty reaches to grab this heart with frozen bones do you realise how strong you are? Face the wind with nothing more than a defiant glare as it drapes itself around you in the night, do you feel one with the orphan? A hum echoes through the splinters of lifelike circles. Spinning, shooting, driving. Dizzy as life floats me through this concoction of horror fuzed with acceptance and safety in the arms of strangers. Trance reality apocalypse begins, ferocious cruel absence of dilluted dillusion ends. Greatfulness seeps into pores and suddenly knowledge has no meaning. |
||
| © Copyright 2014 Bonnie Sue Bixler - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
It's a familiar saying that "a picture speaks a thousand words". I found your poetry to be the direct antithesis. The words which formed each expression created dramatic images as I read through them. A very enjoyable read. (That you say you are not "attached" to your poems is like the good parent raising a child to be set free when it comes of age. I respect that.) ...just bein' Bluesy |
||
|
River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
thank you! i was thinking today about how discouraging art classes were until one of my teachers recognised that i'm better at finding subjects from my poetry, lol. |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
