Disappear

Disappear

A Poem by dramamine

The blade reflects all of my sins.

Beneath the rotting skin, lies what could've been.

Vermilion seeps through, earning a grin.

I pulled the pin long before, I could not ignore.

The haunting silence is more than I can bare.

The voices echo in my head, you never cared.

Falling into the well of despair.

In the crowded streets I walk alone.

Crushing the ancient bone.

The whispering dust condones me.

People want to be free, but they never want to see.

The wails of the banshee fill my heart.

I make misery my art.

And in the pale light I saw the cancer.

Only now do I know the answer.

But then my eyes were transfixed by the goodbye.

Please explain why, you mustn't go.

People bowed to the TV show.

They do not know, they have to rely.

Please hear my cries, stay here.

Cut your strings, don’t be controlled by the puppeteer.

You and I will disappear.

© 2015 dramamine


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dramamine
Probably not one of my best.

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many rely on the media to dictate to them how they should live and we see relationships fall apart every day because someone has been brainwashed to believe that there is something better in a fantasy media world... worse still, it that when we see it and try to tell those we love what is happening, they don't listen and in the fall-out we write, paint or cut to create art in its place... great write, twiggy

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Nyu
A deep meaning in this poem comes out, so powerful. I really understand these words, and like how you wrote them. So much reflection on the modern era the so called age of knowledge. :) Thank you for such an awesome poem!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

many rely on the media to dictate to them how they should live and we see relationships fall apart every day because someone has been brainwashed to believe that there is something better in a fantasy media world... worse still, it that when we see it and try to tell those we love what is happening, they don't listen and in the fall-out we write, paint or cut to create art in its place... great write, twiggy

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on July 4, 2015
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Tags: dark, poetry, life, death

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You can call me Twiggy.I'm just a 16 year old girl. With no friends so I spend my time writing s****y tales, poetry, and listening to music. I hope to one day become a musician and you know start a ba.. more..

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