Why did you have to go
and grow so miserably fucking old!
The dust is palpable
there are cracks running through the riverbed-
tell me
Has the spring run dry?
I close my eyes and see
the beautiful bombshell boy
Blistering and blaspheming-
do you wanna touch?
Tigers inside, An animal on the
prowl
for hot and wet flesh to fall
willingly into the jaws,
where self-satisfied vowels and
consecrated consonants
sing praises of the fleeting and wonderful taste!
Like images rippling on the surface of dark deep lakes
they distort until the beauty cracks into pieces
never at peace with the seeming here and now
Why does this old fool insist on painting the past
in rose colored hues?
Mourning glories on a friday afternoon.
Was the taste of new love really as sweet as it seems?
I recall animal eyes and drugs
beautiful drugs
That sent us, hearts collapsing
careening into the bedroom, our ancient rome,
our gladiator dance
In tangled rictus
(a photograph reveals agony)
I put my child's fingers through your skin
in that heart-attack freeze frame
I gnashed and contorted beneath your china-devil dagger eyes
student or teacher, never sure which
These memories are a felonious assault
coming to me unwelcomed and unbidden
to poison these autumn days with the leering ghosts
of yesterday's parties
I see it in the horror, as i recoil from what I've become
I smell it in the jungle smell, curling from the lotus plant
The glory days the glory days
of groovy green lights and lysergic madness
they echo through this reflection and remind me
of who I used to be
When being SOMEBODY mattered....
A contest entry
- Reflections-What Do You See? by BlackBloodyRose.
450 points, ended October 15, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow. painful. i like it though. very good, though not exactly what i was looking for i still love it
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I try to avoid reflective surfaces and this is why.
I found this quite interesting as it has a wistful tone of longing for carefree days of past. This also though made me glad that I am still a kid at heart.. well occasionally
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ok, how in the world are u able to use awesome imagery through your entire piece? this is just amazing, not once did u let up. omg i have become a big fan
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Ha! I read the prompt and gagged. If you don't place it just shows how patheticly dull the host is. This is AMAZING. I can't tell you how much I love your words. They are a mesh of wants, regrets, has beens, have nots, and everything in between. Now I need to write a piece with 'wheeple' as my prompt. Any ideas on where I should start?
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