Silver WInd Posted December 7, 2007 Report Share Posted December 7, 2007 Caged Eyes wide shut stare vacant into the skull brain. Dripping steady rythmatic beat against the wide-split grin. A broken clock only twice right in the dusty den. Pipes squeak like rattled bones something knocked loose. All teeth turned to tallow with a taste for whiskey and gin. In the darkness grime yellow light flickers in electric hum. Unknown fluids etch their way to slit open drains ready to suck it away. A hungry slurp razor-edged tongue some unknown monstrous thing. This is the sum of bad dreams and reality twisted into one. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Da_Yog Posted December 8, 2007 Report Share Posted December 8, 2007 Another surreal one eh? I'll have to look it over this weekend. That being said I do believe you meant "rhythmic" instead of "rhythmatic" in the second stanza, no? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Silver WInd Posted December 8, 2007 Author Report Share Posted December 8, 2007 (edited) Hehe yes, just been in that kind of mood I suppose. Acutally I used rythmatic on purpose, I sometimes invent my own words for my poems if I am not completely happy with the already exsisting words. Edited December 8, 2007 by Silver Wind Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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