Ravaged.
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Ravaged.
Nails in my head,
What holes they make.
Blood flows over my eyes,
I go blind, oh I go blind.
The elephant told me where to go,
What bus to take, I do not know.
The numbers I cannot see,
The elephant forgot to tell me.
I saw my best friend the day before,
Remains of a meal drips on the floor.
Bare walls pale they mock and laugh,
I won't see her till next year.
7 days, 7 nights, 7 hours of light,
The trees dance around me in fright.
They sway and sway and stumble and tumble,
Splinters of wood pierce my maimed eyes.
My hands in front, I feel the way,
I hear not the bus in the bay.
The ground is cold, it's rough and hard,
My legs the wheels on the bus they crush.
Empty dishes lying cold.
Bones in them long stripped bare.
Devil girl she looks at me,
Glint in her eyes and a grin on her face.
I drag myself on the cold rough ground,
Legs crushed, eyes blind, mind unsound.
Grit n dirt fills my mouth,
Searing sun burns my soul.
The flash of light I cannot see,
The stabbing pain I do not feel.
When you live in darkness like me,
You shall not know when death claims ye. -
Poignant and sad.Are you describing many things felt by the same person, or is a collection of experiences by many?Originally posted by HENG@:Ravaged.
Nails in my head,
What holes they make.
Blood flows over my eyes,
I go blind, oh I go blind.
The elephant told me where to go,
What bus to take, I do not know.
The numbers I cannot see,
The elephant forgot to tell me.
I saw my best friend the day before,
Remains of a meal drips on the floor.
Bare walls pale they mock and laugh,
I won't see her till next year.
7 days, 7 nights, 7 hours of light,
The trees dance around me in fright.
They sway and sway and stumble and tumble,
Splinters of wood pierce my maimed eyes.
My hands in front, I feel the way,
I hear not the bus in the bay.
The ground is cold, it's rough and hard,
My legs the wheels on the bus they crush.
Empty dishes lying cold.
Bones in them long stripped bare.
Devil girl she looks at me,
Glint in her eyes and a grin on her face.
I drag myself on the cold rough ground,
Legs crushed, eyes blind, mind unsound.
Grit n dirt fills my mouth,
Searing sun burns my soul.
The flash of light I cannot see,
The stabbing pain I do not feel.
When you live in darkness like me,
You shall not know when death claims ye. -
same experiences felt by the same person, with many different minds.Originally posted by LazerLordz:Poignant and sad.Are you describing many things felt by the same person, or is a collection of experiences by many? -
Your legs are broken, eyes blind and going crazy. Seems to me you are still not very use living in UK right? By the way who is the elephant? Someone you met on the street or a police officer?
Take good care my friend.
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pink elephant sleeps...
welcome aboard my friend, hope u have a good stay. -
its not about living in UK. its more like my personal mental state of mind. the poem does not reflect my life here. it reflects whats been going on in my head since last year when I was in sg. the elephant... is a spontaneous conjuration(is there such a word?) of my mind.Originally posted by DeadPoet:Your legs are broken, eyes blind and going crazy. Seems to me you are still not very use living in UK right? By the way who is the elephant? Someone you met on the street or a police officer?
Take good care my friend. -
ah finally. i've entered your domain.Originally posted by ratinacage:pink elephant sleeps...
welcome aboard my friend, hope u have a good stay. -
oic. So what exactly is a pink elephant?Originally posted by HENG@:its not about living in UK. its more like my personal mental state of mind. the poem does not reflect my life here. it reflects whats been going on in my head since last year when I was in sg. the elephant... is a spontaneous conjuration(is there such a word?) of my mind.
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don't know.Originally posted by DeadPoet:oic. So what exactly is a pink elephant?