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
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.
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On Monday, September 2, 2013, Void Vortex
(303) wrote:
Another good soldier lost in the war...
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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 :)
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A former member wrote:
That was really amazing, so was your other poem. keep writing, and enjoy darkpoetry.