Recording everything...That never happened

By Dejected_Worth

The camcorder shakes in Oh, too sober hands

(record our last day) Graven Day dreams, immortal reluctance

His guitar reminds me of falling down. Remember this!

...It's ok to forget me... just remember (this)

This.

Night.

Acrobats swing back and forth. (peircings and glowsticks)

The pole that must have held me up a hundred drunken times

Both vertical and horizontal...

Let's.

Take.

A.

Walk.

Go around back where fingers linger..............

Where shadows blanket sins (She doesn't regret)

to the back beat of Type-O Negative



Press play and laugh. (holding back tears)

(Record everything)... Love and film are forever.

I.

Wasn't.

Ready.

To.

Leave.



If you remembered (you) should have stopped me.

Maybe somewhere in a derelict nightmare,

In some other world.

Some other (ME) asked (YOU) for peace...

But, here today...(just as then)...my angel of gothic wings

(In dreams) is still recording. nothing.

And (your) playback... is still hauting me

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© 2008 James Craven
Published on Sunday, November 30, 2008.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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Comments on "Recording everything...That never happened"

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  • A former member wrote: Good poem. I liked the part about 0 negative (cool band) and the last few lines of the poem really captivated me.....is still haunting me.

  • Void Vortex On Monday, September 2, 2013, Void Vortex (303)By person wrote:

    Another good soldier lost in the war...

  • A former member wrote: wow. I really enjoyed this. /(peircings and glowsticks)/The pole that must have held me up a hundred drunken times/-- I especially loved that part :)

  • A former member wrote: That was really amazing, so was your other poem. keep writing, and enjoy darkpoetry.


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