Romanticising springs September     

As I stare at the 5am sky
There are sparkling diamonds
Peering down on me like
Jewels without their pride.
Within my peanut butter realm
Of crunchy yet smooth realities,
The canvassing of dawn approaches
And I know my time has passed.
One hour runs like Groundhog Day,
Each minute highlighting a defeat
Of technicolour sorrow and trouncing.

Inside a spectre of a light tube
Burnt on Bunsen burners in haste,
The charcoal remains of night
Runs staunchly into ashes and dust.
Beneath my numbed toes, black
And blue from eternal bruising of
The soul, there is no release.
Cigarette residue hangs on my
Clothing like moths to a light.
On the darkness of my mood
They etch their gloom in soft flutters.

Subtle sounds of chirping birds
Break through the serenity of
Indulging the obscurity of Death
And his marching orders from Hell.
Dawn approaches in faster intervals,
The clock steadily strikes off key to
A heartbeat irregular in time and note.
Forty thousand sands of moments lost
Build a forte in pitiful wallows,
Deeply hidden in tombs of gold and grey.
For underneath the floorboards
Coloured in blood and carvings deep,
I know that days are twisted
When sleep surrenders to the tide.

30th September 2002

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There was a reason for writing this. I'll give someone $50 if they can tell me what it was.

"Write something, even if it's just a suicide note." -- Gore Vidal

quote:

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Cigarette residue hangs on my
Clothing like moths to a light.
On the darkness of my mood
They etch their gloom in soft flutters

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Wow... this poem is saturated with wonderful imagery, the language is beautiful and the meaning is way over my head . This is such an extremely well written peice, I like the use of enjambment, infact I like it all... this is definitely going in my library

My Violent Bedtime Stories

"I keep looking, looking for something more." Sara Evans

The reason you wrote this?  Well I'd have to guess it'd be the same reason you were up at 5 am... you couldn't sleep, and had all this extra time to yourself.  We usually don't get that much time off 'cause we are so obsessed with sleeping in...

Insomnia really is an intimate moment with oneself, isn't it?  You can look up at the sky and realize how microscopic your conception of time is.  Minutes, seconds are all irregular, off-beat and off-tone... so much can exist within a single second, and so little can exist within an entire day.

Watching the sunrise, I'm guessing, snaps you into epiphany... that something like a sunrise exists in an instant, as it exists in an hour, or in several hours, or as the dawn influences the entire rest of the day.  

Sunrise only takes a few minutes, each minute can highlight a defeat, and one hour can run like a whole day (Groundhog's Day, I'm assuming the reference is to the anticipation of prophecy on Groundhog's Day, but you might also be referring to the way the movie worked?).

Very beautiful, very thought-provoking poem.  Took me 5 minutes to read, and now, I have to go away for 50 minutes of empty (sociology class)...

How about you write something new?  Post that?  I'd love you for ever and ever... seriously.

Brian

"Faith" means the will to avoid knowing what is true.
~ Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

"Write something, even if it's just a suicide note." -- Gore Vidal

"You can be idealistic for all of ten seconds before you die." (Imitation of Life)

:bouncing: HEY LIZ~!~~~~!!!!!! :bouncing:

I missed you!~!!!!! I haven't been in here for sooo long and it's so nice to come back and read something by you.  I miss your poetry.  It's a breath of fresh air   Ahh...and this poem.  Wow..amazing.  I couldnt even find the words to tell you how much i ejoyed this.  Ahh...I'll just stop babbling.  Stay in touch! Miss you sweetheart

XoXo's ~ Kiley

**You can't always trust the people you want to**