Repeating
1 January, 2004
Author: Megan
Spontaneous combustion of sound drowns you out.
Screaming like an alarm; are you trying to wake me?
Broken records repeating... repeating.
With the crash of a cymbal, it all comes into focus.
Screaming like an alarm; are you trying to wake me?
Echoes reverberating inside my chest like recurring nightmares.
With the crash of a cymbal, it all comes into focus.
Consciousness is an overrated story anyway.
Echoes reverberating inside my chest like recurring nightmares.
We dream in color, because black and white blurs too easily.
Concsiousness is an overrated story anyway.
But the song says it so well.
We dream in color, because black and white blurs too easily.
Spontaneous combustion of sound drowns you out.
But the song says it so well.
Broken records repeating... repeating.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| luc (68.74.67.52) -- Saturday, January 3 2004, 03:16 pm yeah, reading your poem was a trip... :) i like how you put it all together, the whole repeating thing. yeah i can go into a whole discussion hows thats life there. but i wont. good poem. |
| billy walker (209.175.47.162) -- Thursday, March 27 2008, 04:39 pm can i use your poem for my class project |
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