Her Personal Puddle of Time
I Time melts, Leaving a puddle On the cold floor, And a carrot, And two empty black eyes, And a petal For each passing moment. II She stands in the puddle Alone Speaking through her third eye. She depends on protection from Gargoyles Perched above faraway galaxies. From peaks of pyramids, she Shouts To illusions of beasts. III Abandoned by Aurora, She lives for the night, Searching for solace In the shadows of stars. But fingernails scream As they slowly slide Across the sky-- Interrupting her concentration. IV There is no excuse for her. Just refuse and rotten remains. Her pulse becomes maddening, Her tortured screams saddening. V Fear and terror abound On her merry-go-round Of life Desperation was crowned As her thin fingers found Her knife Insanity would pound Until scarlet had drowned This strife (END ACT ONE)There is a lot of allusion in this poem. It has deeper meaning. If there's something you don't quite understand, I'd love to explain it--IM me or put it in the comments. This has been inspired by Salvador Dali. I wrote the first three lines based one of his most famous works and went from there. Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 14 2001 11:11 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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