3AM, a summers night
He stood at the doorway
Staring deep but without sight
As calm as the breeze,
He knelt by her side
Feeling, but without heart,
A moment of silence,
a flash of memories
turning serenity into fire
A raging war inside his head
cursing God for his pain instead.
STOP! he screamed and begged in silence.
She lay motionless, a bed of white
Oblivious to the world around her
Dreaming of roses,daisies and violets.
One last glance
at her long blonde hair
her innocence filling the air
A moment of silence
A flash so bright
The moons reflection shines on the knife.
The sea of white
it turns to red
running down through the bed
She lay motionless,
oblivious
emotionless
her dreams of daisies and roses
it ends tonight forever
at the hands of another.
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the wordings suck i know but its all from the top of my head without any proper planning or direction.more like randomness disguising as prose.
just finished watching 'the number 23'. I guess thats what triggered my thought about knives. Plus all the recent news in the papers of stabbings and choppings and dismembering didnt help.
this site IS called the poetry of murder right? so i figured why not. but do you think is thats what its really about?
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Must say, i really liked that piece, in fact it's inspired me to get back to writing something of my own...
really nice read. keep up the good work
this may seem odd.. but the title 3am is interesting, because i recently watched this which describes 4am in an interesting way.
" her dreams of daisies and roses
it ends tonight forever
at the hands of another..."
-- I like that part. its ok. it doesnt suck THAT BAD. number 23? what movie is that??
thanks guys, Seb, i just put 3am cos that was the time i wrote it this morning, wow, didnt think of that piece as inspiring. :D that link was a good read too, thanks.
anonymous, what is this? blogging so addictive now that we need a bloggers anonymous?
candy, well...art is what you want it to be,it can suck one minute and be great the next.
oh yeah its a movie starring Jim Carey. no it aint funny at all heh. about a guy that gets obsessed with the number 23.
Seb, if you havent watched it yet, it does kinda have that indie feel to it, reminds me of lost highway but less confusion.
nice poetry you got going on there.
"The moons reflection shines on the knife."
this description tells off a very clear image that potrays in my mind.
sweet.
Somehow it doesn't sound much like murder to me...
I don't know I sorta got a different picture in my head... a few different pictures... all but murder:
(1) maybe it's some form of cult/religious ritual that requires sacrifice
(2) maybe she was some form of vampire and had to be slayed
(3) maybe she was already dead, just lying there, so a few blood stains wouldn't make any difference
But anyway, it's a beautiful picture. Why? Because it's not murder (to me) and that it's done without guilt or any form of emotion, which justifies it as some sort of 'righteous' act...
But this is just poetry, so I hope no sicko actually goes and practices what I 'preach' here...
Another excellent masterpiece, Cypher.
good one three..
well, ive always thought that art is what you want it to be. a painting could look like a bunch of random lines to one, but may look like a bed of roses to another. i always love to hear peoples opinions on art subjects as none if it is wrong
~~~ lol...i just love it period!
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