Reaching Serenity

Don't ask, don't tell.

Can you see the misty panes of
vivid light echoing through the curtains?
I am ready to kiss the paradisiacal dirt.

A siren, a siren! Colours flash like
thunder cackles. Blue; red; amber.
The vamped whore distracted the
chicken-necked rascals, such a fiasco.

Isn't it?

They want me to raise my arms up high,
but I can't.

How can I raise them high when I feel so
down; down; down?

My wide and glassy eyes, can you not see
the fishbowl reflections? Can't you?
Are you so blind you cannot see their
laughing, jeering faces?

A martyr? Me?

Such an epiphany of lies.
I am not worth the dust on their feet.
What does it matter?

I cannot stand this.
I should run away from home and
live in a cottage by the sea.
I should join the air force.
I should hack off my noose like hair.

But I won't.

I have in my hand such a simple
item. A bottle. A firework.
In the hands of someone worthy;
this is a device of divinity. Beauty.

But these are my bloody - Pontius Pilate -
hands. What can I get from it? Even the spectacle
of explosions cannot hide the bloody money
burning inside of it. It fills the air with a
toxic, deafening smog, glittering intricately.
Begging to be loved.

A smile on my serene face. How it scares
you. I am the one scared of you.
Always have. Your stun guns, your cold
blue uniform. You fleshy robots! Democracy
indeed!

I laugh and laugh. I cackle. The sound travels across the
metropolitan city. It fills you with a freezing dread.
It makes your blood stop and clot.
It's a game. It's all a game!

Terrorism is not murder,
it's pest control. I, Herr Enemy,
am another cockroach, but I will not die alone.
Oh no. I will drag you all and we'll
all drown together in these
viscous flames.

Geez....wow, it was written so perfectly. If you can possibly get any better...I would be scared!

Wow, I adore the beginning so much. It almost had this Blood Brothers vibe to it. In the middle, though, it seemed to get a bit ridiculous, but then you brought it back up in the end. Overall, pretty nice job; it just needs to be cleaned up a bit.

Electrocore Panda.:

Wow, I adore the beginning so much. It almost had this Blood Brothers vibe to it. In the middle, though, it seemed to get a bit ridiculous, but then you brought it back up in the end. Overall, pretty nice job; it just needs to be cleaned up a bit.

...Riculous?

...

Cleaned up.

I cannot stand this.
I should run away from home and
live in a cottage by the sea.
I should join the air force.
I should hack off my noose like hair.

That part seemed kind of silly, is what I mean. And by cleaned up I meant maybe you could try and fix it?

Anyway, I wasn't trying to insult you so don't take it that way. I think it's an excellent poem.

Electrocore Panda.:

I cannot stand this.
I should run away from home and
live in a cottage by the sea.
I should join the air force.
I should hack off my noose like hair.

That part seemed kind of silly, is what I mean. And by cleaned up I meant maybe you could try and fix it?

Anyway, I wasn't trying to insult you so don't take it that way. I think it's an excellent poem.

Okay.

I actually really loved that stanza. I thought it was perfect. This is absolutely gorgeous, like you, and it's possibly one my favourites by you. I wouldn't change a single thing.

wow! great !!!<3

This is art. (And that’s indeed a complement )

I have to agree with my soul mate Panda though. That stanza didn’t really fit in with the rest. It was, as Panda choose to put it, a bit silly (in lack of a better word). Where the rest of the poem has these wonderful phrasings and imagery that stanza were more simple. It sort of lacked the power and brilliances that the rest of the poem possessed. But that’s just my opinion. You’re great no matter what and so is this poem.