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Memoirs of a suicidal teen
We are waiting for the night to fall
awake are the sleepers in Metropolis
Hollow streets we walk
corrosion
razor wire
of hopeless things we talk
The passion of lovers is for death
And the tears we cry will rain on walls
Flickering flames in the dark
silent
violent
holding on to the spark
In this rosegarden funeral of sores
we seek an escape from this labyrinth place
there is no time to cry
solemn
holding hands
as blood runs dry
All we ever wanted was everything
what we got was cracked pleasure
driven together
and ripped apart
for ever....and ever
and ever...........
awake are the sleepers in Metropolis
Hollow streets we walk
corrosion
razor wire
of hopeless things we talk
The passion of lovers is for death
And the tears we cry will rain on walls
Flickering flames in the dark
silent
violent
holding on to the spark
In this rosegarden funeral of sores
we seek an escape from this labyrinth place
there is no time to cry
solemn
holding hands
as blood runs dry
All we ever wanted was everything
what we got was cracked pleasure
driven together
and ripped apart
for ever....and ever
and ever...........
Published 24th May 2018
Author's Note
I wrote this for the "Dark 80s" competition. I was a suicidal teen back then and for this poem I used a montage of song lyrics, to pay homage to my favourite 80s bands, juxtaposed with my own words. This was challenging, since I had to include rhyme in a serious context. I can do rhyme and be funny, but I really had a hard time staying serious and dark with it. I kept the rhyme very minimal.
It was also challenging to go back into this mindset of dispair. I do not identify with it anymore and yet it is part of my past.
It was also challenging to go back into this mindset of dispair. I do not identify with it anymore and yet it is part of my past.
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25th May 2018 1:04am
25th May 2018 1:27am
Whenever I write material like this it feels kind of draining. I take it as an exercise....like method acting....where you are challenged to create the organic reality for a character, diving into your past experience to draw on it.
I was reluctant to join this competition, because there is so many dark and hopeless poems already written, but I got interested because it could involve the music from that time and I had a lot at my disposal.
Thanx for appreciating in your undestanding ways.
A.
I was reluctant to join this competition, because there is so many dark and hopeless poems already written, but I got interested because it could involve the music from that time and I had a lot at my disposal.
Thanx for appreciating in your undestanding ways.
A.
25th May 2018 9:23pm
Very nice, Ange... I especially like the sparse rhyme... consistent, no accident... yet still keeping the spontaneity, as though it had just popped into your mind
as you wandered by. *Jē Ely
as you wandered by. *Jē Ely
25th May 2018 9:37pm
