Ramshackle

Wrote it in completely high condition. :D

A clock on the wall with its pendulum is
swinging and swinging.
My tired eyes are looking this to and fro.
Mean extreme Extreme mean......
Its giving a gloomy sign to me.
Then i said,
“NO!! Not again the same next day".
My eye camera moves slowly,
From the wall to a glass of drinking water.
That water is pure.
Tasteless, colorless and odorless.
This purity is burning me to the core.
My imagination starts,
with purity violation and
color changing reactions.
It transforms me to a weird creature with a thirsty neck,
waiting for its goal.
I jump over and drink the blood.
It fills my thirst.
But then ,curtains covered “my imagination”.
Back to my camera,
where are my eyeballs?
They are rolling.
They fix to my bed.
What?
A lifeless teddy to accompany me.
I said ,
“NO”, not again.
I step towards my next imagination.
I can see,
sleeping beauties lying all around me.
I am like the center of gravity,
pulling them all to reside within me.
A huge satisfaction eroticizes me.
But then ,curtains covered, “my imagination".
motion of camera,
fixation over objects,
initiation of imagination,
and transformation of originality,
Ends with an utter failure.
I am going back to the hanging clock.
mean extreme extreme mean......
But,what happen to my camera?
Its a great fall from an extremity to mean.
My lenses get severely damaged.
Its no longer moving.
Its fixed at mean.
Shutter is closed.

Reviews

[Roger Turgeon]

motion of camera,
fixation over objects,
initiation of imagination,
and transformation of originality

You know yourself well

[writer in trial]

Yeah because i talk to myself a lot.
I think everyone know himself/herself well.
Thanks for reading. :)