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This room
By alex herewane
There is a mirror in this room,that does not reflect outward but rather
draws you inward as far as your mind can reach.
White walls, everything
is white, even the windows are painted white.
Psychotica with it's
poetic emotional state
holds the outside world from spilling in and
the lust and the obsession from spilling out.
You can read this house
like a poem, verse by verse, room by roomÂ
necromatic transcending
body and movement becomes a violation
in the face of placid death.
The fool shuffles past, holding his breathe.
The hour is upon us
This room has no regrets
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Copyright 2011 alex herewane
Published on Sunday, January 16, 2011.
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"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
such a haunted room is this... remorseless in its delirium .... and white was never so dark.... such images fill the mind with a loathing of sorts... a blankness .... the center of the galaxy... sucking one in.... well done, man. Thank you.
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A former member wrote:
it's so fascinating the way you wrote this because this room essentially becomes your mind at work, how spaces close in, claustrophobia and psychosis altering your perception of reality, and this symbiotic relationship between the environment and sense of self... I love your use of imagery.
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On Sunday, January 16, 2011, alex herewane
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wrote:
Well done, your are right, I tried to have an under current and build a little suspense and leave it open.
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