Thus far #1
So, here's what we have thus far:
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In the beginning
Some kind of fortune
Some wild and blue-eyed reason
Gave no explanation
Words of hope brought no comfort
Praises of life and love meant nothing
And so, the way of kindness faded
Until there were nothing left but darkness,
Pitch black darkness.
Death with no reason
Insatiable remorse..
Blood stained memories
Carving fissures in her skull
Panic and wailing
Irreversible past
All is oblivion, all is lost
Whispers for mercy, prayer for death..
A single note is struck,
feeble, timorous, a lone spark
but welcoming a chord.
So the point of light expands,
chasing shadows from the corners.
It rises in frequency and wonder
Like tinnitus, but beautiful, a mistiest haze
The hint of something grand
For this note of hope to save
But as a symphony on a note
The shadow is alone
Wondering why they're gone
He had to learn how to cope
And as music lies in a feeble qualia
Of near-incomprehensible nature
He can't help but fall
Into loneliness, into a hell of reason
charcoal rings around his eyes
hollow iris, gates to the heart
expanding, dilating..
dry wells of hope
in their thirst, slowly devour the dark
in all it's pain, the raw helplessness
and liquid panic filling the caverns of his mind
dripping..
pouring..
Ceramic accords brokered by the fire;
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Recontextualize one-to-one e-tailers.
Take back the White House.
Veins of ice couple her wrists
as they flex and her frequency jump-starts
as the keys are played and the mice are dancing
and she closes her eyes as the discourse of the world consumes her.
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My interpretation is as follows:
1) Music is a recurring symbol of the way death is experienced.
2) Our protagonist is dying, maybe killing him/herself.
3) Our protagonist is severely gender confused.
4) The first two stanzas may be its reasoning for killing itself.
5) The rest of the poem is the actual experience of death - from euphoria to nothingness.
6) The last two stanzas make no fucking sense whatsoever. (Though maybe the last is its revival? Defibrillators?)
This is fun. I like what we have so far!
Though it goes against the title, we could start over if you guys are satisfied. Or just continue. Next post may either begin a new poem or continue the above.
