Description: This is not depressed, but not happy either, and most of all, not in the first person. Inspired by a comic book called The Maxx, this is an attempt at several firsts for me. First attemt at mutipile voices (Theres 3), Fictional story telling in poetic form, and reoccuring charecters are the big ones. Long, but (Remeber I worte it... :) worth it
Road to Hell -------------------------------------------
In a box
under a bed
waiting
a lesson in mortality
and the fallibility of adults.
skrachskrachskrach
at the sides of a cardboard prison
stuffed in between
bright gameboxes with much loved lids
missing dice markers
or fake money and abandon
sleepingbags monsters and dustbunnies...
bunnies...
Ahh yes the bunny
skrachskrachskrach
at the sides of a cardboard prison
with one good leg
spared crushoftire
unable to do anything except
skrachskrachskrach
spared death
the salvation of a
ravens beak in the brains
(or barring romanticism in
bunnies at least another tire)
by a bright eyed angel
overcome with sympathy
and compassion and the
best of intentions
ohmygodNotdead!theremustbehope
An angel retreats and
returns to her choir
and finds no counsel
no aid for Seraphim sometimes
one must face trials
alone
terrycloth lined
shoebox (ohmygoditmustberightthatshowtheydoitontvohihopeitsright)
gathering courage
like so many layers
of petticoats
Seraphim lifts
and is enlightened
to the inner workings (ohmygodithinkthatsitgutswhatdoidodoitakethemorleavethem)
of life
doing her best to get it all
noise like so many nails
on a chalkboard
and finally (ohmygodbunniesdontmakethatsoundbunniesarecutebunniesarecuteBUNNIESARECUTE)
Sara loses her lunch
and the
skrachskrachskrach
fills the hollow
in the pit of her being
In a box (skrachskrachskrach)
under a bed
tucked away in shadow
there is a secret (skrachskrachskrach)
and Seraphim is afraid to tell
(theyllthinkididthis(skrachskrachskrach)blamemeforbringingithome(skrachskrachskrach))
bound to the heart of an angel
driven with the need
for mercy (skrachskrachskrach)
despising (skrachskrachskrach) something
she just wanted to help
hating it
waiting (skrachskrachskrach)
waiting (skrachskrachskrach)
waiting (skrachskrachskrach)
for it to die so (skrachskrach)
Seraphim can feel (skrach)
better
( )
WOW, that was really good. It's one of the best portrayals of insanity in poetry i've seen...(except for poe o'course) the use of the jumbled words are a double edged sword though. Some will understand, but many might be confused or destracted by it.
Submission Name: Road to Hell
