So It Begins
The ManI can see him, his hands are tied behind him with a tightly wound rope slowly cutting through the flesh of his wrists. He is blindfolded. He kneels in the street, in front of a gutter filled with still water, his head drooped between his shoulders. A little blood seeps from the corner of his mouth, dripping to the hard ground. Drip, drip. The blood begins to pool and flow into the gutter. It is late afternoon and he casts a long shadow on the dirt behind him. Under his breath, he mutters something. He does it again. And again; "For you, a thousand times over..."The Man
We are not alone.
I see the barrel first. Then the man
ListeningWhisper in the yard and turn the trees all into toys; Lay there on the ground and turn the dirt into your joy. From what I see, and what I know, it's all been boring lately; So I suggest we trade a question mark in for a maybe. Time your riddles right, and make a point that has no sense, Make sure that you're smiling, and the money's been well spent. Innocence and ignorance, it all goes hand in hand, I'm not sure that I'm right, but I hope you'll understand. I hope that you're still searching for the start that has no end; And all the plastic people have now become your friends. BefoListening
PerditionSitting, In your shell. Are you waiting to be saved?Perdition
Crying, All alone. Are you happy now?
Screaming, Is your soul. How long can its flesh cage last?
Writing, To exhale yourself. Don’t you know that ink will fade?
Screwing, Up your life. Was it really all my fault?
A Gift and A CurseHow do you stifle mental stimulation? Quiet someone's imagination? The answer, you cannot stop creation It works through dialation Physical, mental, emotional and lyrical gyration Continually increasing one's mental capacity Allowing for one's thoughts and emotions to be free Giving us the ability to visualize, to see As long as we're able to keep an open mind mind... The one organ that causes so much thought It is amazing to think what it has wrought Creation and destruction, Greed and corruption, Addition and Deduction, Containment and eruption,A Gift and A Curse
The Person In The MirrorI probe through your abyssal eyes You’re blind to the touch Because there’s nothing separating us Your thoughts cease to be relevantThe Person In The Mirror
You’re blind to the touch You lack what makes me a person Your thoughts cease to be relevant If the speed of light slows down
You lack what makes me a person And you cease to exist
If the speed of light slows down But I hear your thoughts and empathize
I probe through your abyssal eyes And you cease to exist
But I hear your thoughts and empathize Because there’s nothing separating us
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I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
--Robert Frost
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I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
--Robert Frost
I actually seem to like the first one better than the second you posted.
It has more feeling and emotion to it. The second one has more complex word structure and seemingly lack of vivid verb usage. Not that that is the downfall of it, it's a rather genius idea, but the entire phrase of it seems to detract from the "plot" of the poem. I'm no expert but that's my nit-picking on it.
Overall though, I liked them a lot and think you should continue to expand your gallery, I expect to see some great stuff from you.
yeah, with The Untitled Face I always felt something wasn't quite right, but I could never really put my finger on it.
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I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
--Robert Frost
(You live in Sparta? How intresting, I live over in Wantage! Neighbors by DA standards.
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I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
--Robert Frost
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