Dark Poetry #4 |
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Cage (Vertigo) |
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UseTheIllusion Member
since 2006-02-06
Posts 223In a state of limbo |
Flashback like acid to a better time, When I was in love, it was good to be alive, This was before the fates took me for a ride, And now I look up at the mountain’s I have to climb. I have said in the past that the trip down will be easy, But looking down that hill makes my stomach queasy. I would rather roll down than walk or run, The vertigo will make the fall easier, anyway it’s more fun. Dizzy anxiety as I walk through the halls, Nerdy knowledge portends lesser things, Subtle inflections of speech and sound, Surround my vision and perked up ears. I am open to change, So long as it’s in my hole, Perhaps I should call it a cage, This state of vertigo. |
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Xeonox![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
You talk about climbing up the mountain, then down it, and then halls. I am bit confused. iI like the idea behind your poem. It just needs to be refined a little bit. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
I enjoyed this poem but am inclined to agree with Xeonox on the subject of the halls Perhaps this might fit better, "Dizzy anxiety as I walk through the hills," Do you see what I am getting at? That would indicate foothills and tie the line in with the preceding mountains methaphor. Feel free to tell me to shut up if you wish UseTheIllusion. ![]() "The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun |
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UseTheIllusion Member
since 2006-02-06
Posts 223In a state of limbo |
Thank you for your criticisms. I suppose the mountain, hill, hall theme should be improved or elaborated upon. I will do that later. |
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UseTheIllusion Member
since 2006-02-06
Posts 223In a state of limbo |
Here is the revised poem...I changed the order around a bit, and added a word or two. Flashback like acid to a better time, When I was in love, it was good to be alive, This was before the fates took me for a ride, And now I look up at the mountain’s I have to climb. Dizzy anxiety as I walk through the hills, Nerdy knowledge portends lesser things, Subtle inflections of speech and sound, Surround my vision and perked up ears. I have said in the past that the trip the hill down will be easy, But looking down upon that hill makes my stomach queasy. I would rather roll down than walk or run, The vertigo will make the fall easier, anyway it’s more fun. I am open to change, So long as it’s in my hole, Perhaps I should call it a cage, This state of vertigo. |
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