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Published: 2012-09-30 02:30:25 +0000 UTC; Views: 240; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 1
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The shelvesAre a maze of earthy brown
Varnished
They gleam dully
Contaminated by the sickly glow
Of the fluorescent
Ceiling lights
They drown
Suffocated by
Stacks of snow-capped mountains
Of orange
Behind the smoky haze
The color of a dying sunset
A stifling
Disturbingly vibrant
Rainbow facade
Takes its shape
Only a mask
It veils the cruel reality
For masks only hide
That which we do not wish to see
The sun-dappled hours:
A blur of
White plastic
Drapery
Mumbling
Hushed voices
When enveloped in
A dank sheath of velvet
And studded with
Tarnished rhinestones:
Furtive glanes
Wrinkled brows
Red-painted frowns
Pumped my veins with
Chemicals
And magic
Words of comfort
Solace
Unspoken pity:
A form of condescension
Unexplored
Unfixable
A marionette
Severed
Tangled strings
They tell me everything is
Fine
"Developments"
But I do not want this
Artificial life
Despite the
Laborious task
Of
Keeping me
Alive
Their efforts remain
Unappreciated:
I long
For a
Sweet
Release
That
Will never
Come
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Comments: 4
Myth-of-Creation [2012-09-30 02:38:30 +0000 UTC]
The despair in this poem isn't played up or emphasized, it just is, it's perceived rather than stated and as such it's powerful. Amazing poem.
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Toadstoool In reply to Myth-of-Creation [2012-10-01 22:30:09 +0000 UTC]
Thank you so much<3 ^u^ I appreciate such an in-depth comment -- I don't see those often. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem, and thanks also for the favorite! :3
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Myth-of-Creation In reply to Toadstoool [2012-10-02 02:26:51 +0000 UTC]
I appreciate such a deep poem, don't see those too often myself XD. Glad you wrote it!
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Toadstoool In reply to Myth-of-Creation [2012-10-28 22:37:56 +0000 UTC]
X3 Thanks again<3 You're too kind!
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