Cigerettes and Nightmares

by Indian Comma Bean   Jul 7, 2008


Chaotic flow of liquid streaming
Down fleshed hills of rose; Never-ending
Avid plea of innocence
Resonates in whispered thunder.

Tormented by photographs.

Now imitations of crisis flash,
As the light flickers; Burning fast,
As the ashes fall, the dreams fall too,
Imploding in your mind; Losing control.

Body in a trembling episode.

Panic inflicted onto eagerness,
Thoughts now disrupted with anguish,
Sadness glittering in Sphinx-like eyes,
Killing only those who riddle with love.

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  • 14 years ago

    by ShIsAnA tHe OnE aNd OnLy

    Wow!i loved it!!5/5 you are on my favorite poet list know:))<3

  • 14 years ago

    by KemistryKia

    LOVED IT

  • 15 years ago

    by groovydude

    Odd yet true, confused but understood, I enjoyed how it made me think....

  • 16 years ago

    by Synyster

    Very nice poem. For some reason it makes me think of paparazzi. Especially with this line:

    "Tormented by photographs.

    Now imitations of crisis flash,
    As the light flickers; Burning fast,"

    Was that your intention?

  • 16 years ago

    by xxDaniellexx

    Awsome!!! Really touching.

    Great job!!!

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