Falcon2001 Posted October 15, 2001 Report Posted October 15, 2001 Slap Slap Slap Slap My feet pound the ground Like the running of elk As I stream down the gravel driveway Filled with memories I suddenly Don't want anymore The driving rain blinds me, but I run on heedless, always putting one foot Ahead of the other Left Right Left Right Until the pattern is I And I am the pattern And my legs pump, each vein flowing with pure acid And with each step I die But I can never Ever Ever Get far enough away from the house I am running from And the girl inside Who's secrets I can't untie And who's demenor and beauty *only to I, only to I* Attract my obsession, which I Stuff away into the dark corner of my mind where it's nice and quiet and she isn't haunting me And with each step I feel her soft skin beneath my strong hands as I rub the knots of her back away, leaving her tired and relaxed *When someone rubs my back, it tenses to the breaking point* and leaves me empty and sore but happy, to help her instead of I And I run and run and run and run but I can't get away and my shirt is soaked with rain tears from heaven tears from a god who doesn't care but decides to let it rain or maybe he was urinating on me to show me how much of a fool I am but maybe not and now I stop collapse fall to the ground and I wonder why I ran like the hamster in the wheel that can't get anywhere and I cry alone on the gravel streetside pouring out my tears into the falling rains and in that moment a part of me died and I wiped the tears away and I went back to my house, walking serenely sure of my sanity once more and I looked upon the house but felt nothing for that died on the street PLEASE tell me what you think of it... CiodenDarkeye Initiate of The Pen Hopeful Patron Saint of Impatience
Gyrfalcon Posted October 15, 2001 Report Posted October 15, 2001 *Gyrfalcon applauds the excellent poem* (or should this sort of thing go to the feedback forum now?)
Sweetcherrie Posted February 14, 2005 Report Posted February 14, 2005 Ok, I know that this is really old, and probably already forgotten, but to me it's new, and after reading it I just had to say how much I liked this. The repetition and structure in this gives me a hunted feeling, and I just loved reading this. - Sweetcherrie
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