Trench Warefare Of Artillery Hearts

by Melpomene   Dec 3, 2008


I am a fan of darkness,
his lips seem to beckon desire.
To sweep into monochrome is;
only to die a better man.
Though he'll catch me;
is it really worth falling
into the gas chambers of war
I'll purge my existence.

I've bred my insanity within;
accumulate trenches.
Warfare seems beautiful when
armed by artillery.
A stalemate has occurred; for
we're battling light again.
The western front of his heart
is like a match within the night.

A yearly bombardment to weaken,
my hearts neurotic desire.
Condemned by the explosive;
interactions like moth to thy flame.
Love is no match for glory, when
you're sinning yourself to sleep.
We shall battle till the end,
Only to weaken our hearts.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Great work, this was a creative and orginal piece, and no surprise you won the contest in the past! I love your wording, it really sets the scene perfectly...Excellent metaphors, and the flow was perfect! The imagery was so vivid and poems like this very much intrigue me...Take care, 5/5 from me..

  • 15 years ago

    by Ixora

    This seems like a pure interrogatoin of love. i have to say that i agree with each word and action.

    -Lilith

  • 15 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Oh WOW..this is just mind blowing! Your choice of words and the image it conjures leaves me in awe. Congratulations!

  • 15 years ago

    by Alex

    I liked it, but it was a little confusing. Maybe I was just too dumb to get it. :) Heheehehe.

    The ending left a little suddenly, and a little flat. It seemed like it needed one or two more lines.

    I loved the line, "Love is no match for glory, when
    you're sinning yourself to sleep." That's awesome sounding.

  • 15 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Congrats on the win Mel. Well deserved :)

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