awkward improvised dual poem.

Discussion in 'Books & Comics' started by Obsessiforge, Jun 27, 2008.

  1. Obsessiforge

    Obsessiforge - Diderot Reborn -

    this was a poem that sort of just happened while I was talking to someone. at least...I think its a poem...

    Him:
    there's wisdom in sharp things
    solace
    beauty

    Me:
    reflection
    distortion

    Him:
    escape from the moment

    Me:
    in a moment that doesn't exist like you want it to
    but for a moment...you can fool yourself

    Him:
    for a few glorious seconds
    your troubles disappear

    Me:

    and then the light shifts, and all you see is grey

    Him:
    all the hate, anger, channeled and slipping away

    Me:
    cold, unfeeling steel replaces your precious illusion

    Him:
    or your hated reality

    Me:
    its all cold in the end
    cold, grey, and sharp enough to cut you if you aren't careful

    Him:
    isn't that the point?

    Me:
    no
    its the edge

    Him:
    and edge you can't see to drive away all the things you see all too clearly
    hate, anger, depression, jealousy, fear, self-loathing, it can all disapear for a few precious seconds

    Me:
    until you rotate around to the other side...then all you've got is another illusion
    or the sins and emotions you worked so hard to suppress

    Him:
    aye, the demons return soon enough
    the question all boils down to are the few precious minutes worth all the hassle?

    Me:
    only so long as you can guage the distance between yourself an the edge

    Him:
    why do you need to guage the distance?

    Me:
    so you don't get cut

    Him:
    but my dear fellow that's the entire point

    Me:
    getting cut's the point?

    Him:
    i think we've been talking about two different things this entire time...


    and that was the end.
     

  2. EndWinterRomance

    EndWinterRomance PREGGERS

    wow thats amazing! haha it reminds me of this project we did in writers workshop in highschool
     

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