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Fleeing |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Flashing neon in the dim, The dankness, Smell the stench that’s wafting in From garbage out the window, The darkness; The place of living shadow. Then waking, To infant and siren scream, Not yet light, Still the night, I would rather be in dreams Than waking. Transparent, Yet I see her before me, Warning, so gently, Warning. “You must leave, must go, must flee” Heaven sent? Doors slam and foot falls rising, Get away, It’s their late night surprising With guns drawn not to capture, Get away, You must be whom they’re after. Go upward, To the air, the clouds and sky, Air, chill with the frost there, Carry sounds of siren cry, Go onward. The sky flashes red and blue Then a light, They begin to surround you, All the emotions that you dread, Out this night, Spirits that will not stay dead. And lead flies, Creasing the air just beside, Filling you blood spilling, You look for someplace to hide, As lead flies. Freedom is a step away, Roof to roof, Death awaits if he does stay, Fleeing those that won’t ask why, Roof to roof, A step, a run, and then fly. In the air, He listens to death’s shrill call, Flying he is fleeing, But crashes into the wall That is there. Her laughter, echoes his mind, Now bound down, Memory never to find, Lost in short bits of flying, Now bound down, Broken, bloody and crying. Dreams take him, Slow the body starts to heal, Bound holding to the ground, Daily spirits try to steal, Screams break them. Gloom2000 |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
whoa - interesting scene here - I appreciate your ability to convey such depth with your words! Chris |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Never flee in neon dim, I'd light the way for you. Replace myself in shadows of The dank and darkness, too. Upon the waking, screams you'd hear Would come from dreams of bliss. The nightmares tangle, I would unwind, Enfolding Wynter's kiss. ~Wynter's Wish *just playing in your shadows  "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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Ron K. Fox Senior Member
since 2000-10-24
Posts 925 |
very dark and deep. interesting write. Tossing words like wishful coins into the deep well of an open heart. R. fox |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Chris, I attempt to tell stories with my poetry. Rather dark ones, but a story none the less. Thank you, nakdthoughts, It’s always extra nice to receive poetic responses. Thank you, Ron K Fox Glad you like my words. Gloom |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
Simply superb, Staid Spinner of Sadness  ...chanson~ Music, tonal clear & pure, Caresses the harshest of curves. -me, Song of Gesture |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Chansondegreste, Finely found phrase for flattery. Gloom |
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