Woo I'm being special...
I wrote this in Creative Writing my senior year of high school. I'd largely forgotten about it until Matt told me had kept a copy of it. It was part of some exercise in focusing in on one particular moment.. One fluid motion or something like that. I don't remember the title. Anyways. After reading it two years after the fact, I realize it's garbage, but see if you can figure out what I'm talking about.
I tend to write pretty lighthearted poems, so don't think too hard.
Comment with your answers.
The Beginning of the End
my eyes open up
like they've never been used before
darkness blankets the room
as a heavy sigh escapes me
images come back into focus
the buzzsaw cuts through my ears
sounding the death knell
of my colorful dreams
the sound cuts through the air
like a siren in a storm
or a monster in the dark
with an angry roar
in defiance of the beast
i bring my hand down
smothering it
silencing its screams
I tend to write pretty lighthearted poems, so don't think too hard.
Comment with your answers.
The Beginning of the End
my eyes open up
like they've never been used before
darkness blankets the room
as a heavy sigh escapes me
images come back into focus
the buzzsaw cuts through my ears
sounding the death knell
of my colorful dreams
the sound cuts through the air
like a siren in a storm
or a monster in the dark
with an angry roar
in defiance of the beast
i bring my hand down
smothering it
silencing its screams
you know it's not garbage. it's exactly what we were feeling at that time man.
p.s. i love you
Posted by
Matt |
3:05 AM