Laughing like the Sun

If you find it difficult to understand, you know you're on the right track. It's a nightmare come to life, after all. Excluding all the scientifically impossible bits, which is pretty much the whole poem. Lol!

My soul, impure.

My spirit, tainted.

Myself, broken.

Many faces, painted.

A vast array of souls in the Empire Exhibition.

All boasting colours of dead inhibition.

And mine?

Sorry, I'm colour-blind.

I prefer not to slide down the rainbow of some retarded leprachaun

With his pot of gold (Miser!) and his Irish Setter called Scorn.

 

Dancing skulls and grey smoke,

Pink eyeballs and beauty unspoke,

Tip-toeing from soul to soul.

Banishing friends,

And Death personified.

He will make me suffer forever.

My Yellow Jester.

 

Red and black and golden bells screaming

An ode of ridicule to make me wake up in my dreams,

Wearing nothing but boxers in a gaping-mouthed classroom.

A cold shower in the Mo(u)rning of my Life.

 

He just stood there,

Silently,

Staring,

A sardonically woven voo-doo doll with lidless eyes.

Baring his teeth,

Their yellow surface

Blinding me with

An absence of friends,

With which I sow the soil of my barren Purgatory, my world.

 

Those teeth,

Those teeth,

Grinding and grinning at me

With their own plastic faces.

 

'You are alone,' he tells me. 'And you always will be.'

 

And he laughed...

 

And laughed...

 

And laughed...

 

And all I did

Was stand there,

Taking it in,

Absorbing the aura of torment into my hollow cocoon that I call a body.

That Glasgow smile that haunts my dreams,

Emanating from his soul,

Like a Joker, with style, from Hell...

or maybe Heaven?

I don't know.

I don't know who wants me anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You know what? That laugh?

 

 

 

It kinda hurt....and it still does.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

'Empire Exhibition': the place were this incident, the basis of the poem, happened, was a cinema called Empire.
I hate the colour yellow. Also, its supposed to symbolise a yellow sun. Sort of like the sun, the only thing that provides light, lies to you. Plus, I hate staying in the sun for more than 15 minutes. It gives me migraines. Lol.
The whole 'waking up in a classroom wearing nothing but your boxers' theme is a common nightmare which many children have, so I thought I would mention it.

Reviews

[Mark D. Chevalier]

I don't care for the Sun either. Too many years spent in Florida working under it.
This was an incredible poem! There was mix of things that made me lean forward with the intensity of it, and smile.
"I prefer not to slide down the rainbow of some retarded leprachaun. With his pot of gold (Miser!) and his Irish Setter called Scorn." Couldn't help but smile at that one.
You have a smooth style, and the verse catches the eyes and compells you to move down the page. And I can certainly relate to nightmares. I think as writers and poets our minds are in over-drive constantly.
Great work!
Mark

[Barbara Walker]

Loved the imagery in this poem! Those first 2 stanzas are my favorites of the entire poem. Great write!

[HopelesslyDevoted]

Its almost as if you combined every nightmare you ever had and found a common meaning among all of them. this is very deep and thoughtful writing! great job once again!

[Cadence Killday]

wow i thought that was really good. the imagery, details, and adjectives especially stood out. good write =]

[Jane Doe]

aww thats sad but awsome and really expressive at the same time luv it
luv ya katie

[crow]

great poem but what do the lepercons represent?

[Fat]

I love the colour yellow. And I love sitting in the sun, for hours, and hours.

All in all, great poem..but, cheer up, yeah?

[Lydia]

Really well written and very vivid... the reader can almost hear that laugh. Great write :)

[Tara Murasaki]

I hate the sun too, and i also get headaches from it....I wonder if there is a reason, or if it just because we never go out, and so we don't have any built up immunity? Anyway, great poem.

[Brianna Brie]

Hmmm...a nightmare you say. Sounds like a Broadway play to me. Also, reminds me of a Shakespearean quality. Well done!

[Lexi Nicole]

Very interesting. Haunting yet enchanting at the same time. Even though I'm a huge fan of the sun, this is a piece that makes me think twice. The flow is really well, and I love the imagery. Really great work here, well done!

-Howl