Far From Fame

February 19, 2012
Haunted sounds play,
but tear away at the paint
Strings crack at the spine

Keys echo the beauty-less faith,
as the shadows dance and scars his face

Through the gashes, above him, higher,
dreams await,
as the gold drips down and stains his cheek

and the virus gets a hold of him
surrounds him, caresses him
Then dips him under

The bell rings, once then twice
He’ll open his eyes; the walls cave in
Then this sadness begins again

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Labtopnerd This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 22, 2012 at 8:45 am
Even though I'm not too familiar with poems, I thought this one was pretty great. I loved all of the emotions that sprung up inside so few words. Great job, and keep it up!
wordjunkie said...
Mar. 11, 2012 at 7:57 pm
A few gramatical errors, but beautifully written. I got diagnosed with clinical depression about 6 months ago and this really describes how I felt. No idea if that was what you were going for. But I like it x)
applesauceHater replied...
Mar. 11, 2012 at 10:48 pm
a poem means different to every person, but basically it went along the lines like that. I'm happy that you liked this. I'm sorry for your past depression, but I hope you are a million times better now.
Behind_a_Plastic_Smile said...
Mar. 7, 2012 at 8:37 pm
I really like this, the message was deep and your diction created this just so realistic imagery it was great 
applesauceHater replied...
Mar. 7, 2012 at 8:40 pm
oy thankyooos:)I'm so glad that you like it!So much aprreciation!!!
applesauceHater said...
Mar. 6, 2012 at 11:34 pm
I note the grammatical error in the last stanza:(sorry.
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