two posts in one day...because i have sunken to that level
a sestina......
(if you have your friends page formated differently, then the lines of this are going to get messed up)
The Bucket
(oh ya, it’s literal)
“I don’t love you anymore…”
You start, rudely interrupted
by the blast that etched you shadow
into the concrete and melted your flesh
to a neat, but lowly puddle.
You are now a stranger
to me, a dim shadow.
“Why?” I ask you, a fleeting puddle.
In this nuclear winter, you are a sleeted stranger
whose cold voice I won’t hear anymore.
I sit unaffected - this interrupted
by the slow dripping of my flesh.
I’m dying, watching the world end in an ominous puddle
of Dereks and Dans and flesh
colored organs that once had purpose. Interrupted,
my mind drifts to you - a simple shadow
of a smile, a voice not to be heard anymore
This is a melancholy end, and stranger,
you made it this way. My thoughts are interrupted
by my melting eyes that run like stranger
tears down what is left of my face. My flesh
like yours, you sleeted stranger,
is a radioactive pool of veins set in a bright shadow -
an empty, yet full, puddle.
I remember summer, the blonde stranger
on my doorstep that cast a twighlight shadow.
It was you, not a stranger anymore,
whose tears made a puddle
in the pavement. Strung by sunlight, our flesh
was ribbon, but fall left summer interrupted…
My finger nails fade to flesh.
At the end of all things, my mind doesn’t wander anymore.
My legs, arms, and torso melting to a puddle
will never match the empty pain of my melted heart. Interrupted,
for the last time, my head and hair drip into the wet shadow
and I am no more than you, stranger.
In the shadow of a wasteland, we don’t matter any more
than the interrupted clouds of haze or streams of strangers.
But our flesh flows together, and we become a single puddle
"It's not dark! The nuclear blast victims melt into one puddle: it's a happy ending."
(if you have your friends page formated differently, then the lines of this are going to get messed up)
The Bucket
(oh ya, it’s literal)
“I don’t love you anymore…”
You start, rudely interrupted
by the blast that etched you shadow
into the concrete and melted your flesh
to a neat, but lowly puddle.
You are now a stranger
to me, a dim shadow.
“Why?” I ask you, a fleeting puddle.
In this nuclear winter, you are a sleeted stranger
whose cold voice I won’t hear anymore.
I sit unaffected - this interrupted
by the slow dripping of my flesh.
I’m dying, watching the world end in an ominous puddle
of Dereks and Dans and flesh
colored organs that once had purpose. Interrupted,
my mind drifts to you - a simple shadow
of a smile, a voice not to be heard anymore
This is a melancholy end, and stranger,
you made it this way. My thoughts are interrupted
by my melting eyes that run like stranger
tears down what is left of my face. My flesh
like yours, you sleeted stranger,
is a radioactive pool of veins set in a bright shadow -
an empty, yet full, puddle.
I remember summer, the blonde stranger
on my doorstep that cast a twighlight shadow.
It was you, not a stranger anymore,
whose tears made a puddle
in the pavement. Strung by sunlight, our flesh
was ribbon, but fall left summer interrupted…
My finger nails fade to flesh.
At the end of all things, my mind doesn’t wander anymore.
My legs, arms, and torso melting to a puddle
will never match the empty pain of my melted heart. Interrupted,
for the last time, my head and hair drip into the wet shadow
and I am no more than you, stranger.
In the shadow of a wasteland, we don’t matter any more
than the interrupted clouds of haze or streams of strangers.
But our flesh flows together, and we become a single puddle
"It's not dark! The nuclear blast victims melt into one puddle: it's a happy ending."