public enemies

public enemies

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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06/2011

"
two worlds apart, separate lives
tangled on the battle front
                 bodies lay mangled at our hands
oh the forest we have torn down
desperately trying to reach each other  
                 oh the cities we have laid to waste
only to be in each others arms
acting on our criminal attributes 
                  reduced to our primal instincts 
now we're riding around, raining terror
our bullets shower in waves
                   they will never take us alive, my love
feeling like a scene Bonnie & Clyde 
our essence is on this long road 
                   our liveliness beats from the speakers
you laugh at the blue lights in the mirror
pointing at the absurd billboards
                    the scenery flies by in perfection
in this moment I am truly happy
please don't wake me up


© 2011 joshua deathdealer


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WOW!
There is so much in this short but powerful piece of writing! The metaphors and comparison to the army battlefield is really exhilarating. The poem creates a speed that matches that of the field. Though I comprehend the message you convey, my stronger interpretation of this is totally different to yours - for I do not see the cars so much - instead I relate to relations, changing and growth of landscapes.
Thanks for sharing your poetry.
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Posted 9 Years Ago


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Cool poem, Excellent write:)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Ha ha sweet dream. That was a nice poem as the title is "public enemies" I'll admit a little dark on his perception but, as it all happens I guess in that position you could be truly happy. Anyways well done with descriptions, metaphors, and all.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Frickin awesome dream, Kinda sounds like it would be fun..! Great write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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i thought of bonny and clyde even before i read their names there. The young and rebellious will love all that. Thanks.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Reminds me of the love story in the movie, Public Enemies, which I loved. And I think you really put this piece together well. It seems to flow very smoothly, which I think is good to have in a poem when necessary.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Absolutley Stonking. A classic story handled with wit, nerve and class. A great story developed with great imagry and structure. Great work that just keeps on going until the cliamx, set off in the distance. Loved every second of it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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seems like neat surrealism to me...

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Nice write, as other have stated a Bonnie n Clyde feel, so a kewl difference to otehr writes :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Better a hail of bullets than the electric chair as no way to end a life shaking fouling yourself. The imagery a blur in this poem as we race along with you to your violent climax.
Love it, keep em' coming

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Loved it! Spiced with adventure this reads weel, with an excitement that is nice to see coming from you. Keep the surprises coming. I like the way you shift into something new:)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Added on June 27, 2011
Last Updated on December 8, 2011
Tags: romance, bonnie, clyde, emo, scene, love, rebellion, dark, surrealism

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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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