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shallow streams of consciousness
lap against ankles dangled
from piers of perception

fed by pools of thought which
shimmer briefly- scrutinized
dissipating under x-ray glares


aquatic remembrances writhe
in charred baked beds of
revocations


and in the end your throat
burns and we're all sick
of water.
©2004-2009 ~torn-pages
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i don't care for the title. i don't care for the poem. it is somewhat abstract. critique is welcome and i didn't drum up a nice screenshot for this. it is what it is and isn't what it isn't. that is all.
Daily Deviation, 2004-04-04

Daily Deviationswim like fish by *torn-pages When the artist says, "I don't like this" it seldom stops my reading. This poem captures you at the beginning. Suddenly you understand, you know the feeling. In the end you realize the metaphor is perfect and the last stanza becomes even your reality. (Featured by °jsenn)

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Oooh...I like the ending!

This is good. Although, I think the you spell it writhe...but I may be mistaken.

I like it, and i'm glad you wrote it =)

--
If dreams are like movies...
Then memories are films about ghosts.

~Kindred~
damn you and i was all keen on my lack of spelling errors!
:laughing:

It was a valiant attempt, none the less =)

--
If dreams are like movies...
Then memories are films about ghosts.

~Kindred~
piers of perception.

I like that.

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:shakefist:
Very simple, full of contempt for something that seemingly is unwilling to stop itself.

I dig this.

That was my constructive comment.
i like the contrasts of burning and waters.

yay for tricia.
consciousness, briefly, dissipating*. this is what happens when your spellchecker isn't used!

all the same, its still original trictastic brilliance.
fuck spellcheck! typos r teh cool!
but this is what it isn't, and i love your mind. tasty food for thought...:D

--
writers bleed words...

freewill
over
fate...

...which do you choose (pick one)
you suck!!!!!!...this poem sucks!!!!!!......feel better about the critique :D .......make sure the rash doesn't spread

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