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My entry into PuppylovePyro's "Death" contest.
I know it's pretty long... But the lines are short and it reads fast
I want to see if anyone gets what Iam talking about...
I feel like I didn't make it too hard, so I guess I'll see.
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~Tsu
An Absratct Idea
Never so found
As before one learns
The pure dew falls
So fresh in mourning
Only to dry in day
And disappear
So not to be seen
The colors swirl around
A confused mind
Solid walls
Tall tree trunks moving
Made of dark
Creek and moan
They walk upright
A sprinkler sprays
Wet drops miss the ground
Create a river
Moving down
Shoved from behind
Pulled to the side
Seven men
For seven handles
Heft the heavy
And carry the crate inside
Ashen planes on necks
Face to the front
And the doors open wide
All is dark within
A feeling-less feeling
Overwhelms
A young mind
The crowd moves within
Only to find
Nothing but air
With words
Of empty hope floating
Up to the sky
Hands linked
For reasons unknown
To a tired mind
Rows of blocks
The bees swarm to their hive
They sing their hymns of honey
To loll to sleep
Their anxious butterfly
Songs lifted up
To the tops
Of wooden pillars
To be set on marble alters
An abstract an idea
Presented for the unseen
Words are spoken
Unheard by all
Promises to be lost
With time that ticks
Movement again
In the reverse
The flock moves
Towards the quarry
Filled with valued stone
And people that do not move
Trapped in Medusa’s spell
An open mouth
Stands at the ready
To eat and naw
An oval forms around
The vast pit to the monsters stomach
A foe to this mind
Half seen shadows move
Lift, lift
Lower, lower
A twist and boom
The creature burps
As the food hits
Lilies white snow
Drop with sleet
To wash all the meal down
And heaps and heaps
In rhythm roar
The sound of earth hitting earth
A brick held
By one tall figure
Opens to reveal
A hidden agenda
And ears open
To take in small comforts
A mind is expanding
As it begins to understand
The mystery surrounding
A very strange day
Orbs that widen
And a mouth that drops
A window opens
A door that locks
The snail crawls from its shell
And wonders into the light
Then poof
What magic
Becomes as dust
To be lost
In swift wind
A child
Transformed
Becomes an adult
SHORT EXPLAINATION: My uncle killed himself in March of this year... The following is the peom I wrote just a little while ago, I decided against posting the one I wrote right after it happened...
*bows*
Thank you for reading this rant like non-ryhming poem!!!
~Tsu
I see the gloves removed from hands,
Lain on your grave,
I am back to when you gave me my 16th birthday gift,
Ah the irony,
My first gun,
An offer to learn from you,
A relationship we never had before,
And now your brothers are crying,
And my mother,
Your sister,
Is putting a note in your grave.
And my grandmother is sobbing,
I can imagine the moment of your death,
How you must’ve felt,
Not even a letter left,
As you took the gun,
To your head,
And shot yourself,
In your own mother’s house,
In the room across from her bed,
Oh how your mother must have felt,
When she found you in your room.
You’re the one that taught me,
All the little things,
About pool and gambling,
And as I remember your face,
I feel as though,
I am back in my room,
Being told that you died,
And that they didn’t know why,
Then later that day,
Realizing that that was a lie.
I promised I’d never cry another tear for you,
And as I stand here at your funeral,
Trying to keep it all inside,
Trying to hold it together for my grandma,
For my mom,
All as I watch,
The future as I view it,
Cruelly get covered with dirt,
On a sunny day,
And I think how much I hate you,
Even as my heart aches.
Even now months later,
It still hurts,
I see the effect it has had on my family,
And I can’t help but to wonder why,
My grandma still hears your steps,
Walking down the hall at night,
She’s very depressed,
We all miss you,
We all hate you,
We all love you,
I don’t think,
That we will ever,
Ever forgive you.
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