My Poem That Barely Got Accepted Into Litmag.
Self explanatory title. I’ve had this since school started but wasn’t going to poast it until it got a litmag result in order to keep my anonymity. I thought this poem was mediocre as the editor read it aloud but once I heard the mummers of “What the hell was that about?” I considered the job well done. Got an average score of 33 out of the required 32. Barely making it. Had scores ranging from 37 (out of 45) to 28 so it really polarized people which I am also a fan of. Anyways, happy readings!
A Brief Retrospection on Robbery, Reality and Illumination
Oh golden gates, open widely for our entrance!
As we are sprung from our nine-month asylum, bliss begins to flow like blood beneath our skins and smiling faces.
Oh communication!
Act as a messenger for trivia disguised as revelation.
Oh liberation!
Trust cuts like a knife through the chains of secrecy.
Oh media!
A high-speed connection saturates my mind while I simultaneously utilize artifacts from a generation that (no matter how much I fantasize) I have never been apart of.
Oh elders!
My disappointment lies in the anticlimactic final moments I share with you before you venture forth into the unknown.
City Lights.
The river of potential remains eternally bright and appealing.
Departure is necessary
Departure is glorious
Departure is definite
Departure is not distance
Oh how we will talk!
About God
About sexuality
About how unique we are
About all the plastic people
About broken snow globes revealing truth
Oh tension!
Three years of dependence wears away the soul.
Oh bright screen!
Keep me connected. You guys can converse among yourselves. I’m fine here.
Oh youth!
They’re all starting to mature.
Oh fantasy!
Give us drive for the future.
Oh childhood!
The house changed opposite to the owner’s age.
Two weeks later the traveler came
Three-hours trapped on a bridge
Four films were viewed
Five days before her final departure
Oh walk!
The miles were irrelevant.
Oh passion!
How you entice us both. How you change us. How you dominate us. How you hypnotize us. How you convince us. How you lie to us.
Oh city!
Confetti cannons are brighter than the stars as the millions of floating particles blind us. They all dance wearing numerous multicoloured pieces of what some would consider clothing. Everyone is inspired. Do you realize we’re floating in space? I am alive!
She puts her head on my shoulder as the landscape passes us
The traveler leaves on her final departure
Why does it have to be a leap year?
Oh friends!
Three brothers join me.
Oh how we will talk!
About God
About sexuality
About how unique we are
About all the plastic people
Oh paternal and maternal balance!
This house is on fire.
Oh Mr. White!
We are inspired. We are standing on one of the holiest moments of our short lives. Ramming into nameless others experiencing a similar ecstasy of being in front of God.
They leave first
I follow days later
Good bye/Au revior (translated for our Quebecian neighbors.)
I renter my country …threeshows.multiplemealsthatareverymuchsatisfactory.avidlyavoidingtourism.bloodymarystogowithcheesetrays.asubstancethatistoogoodtobelegal.
It all passes by me in a blur
She hangs a noose around communication
On a holiday spawned from my own creativity
Chekov never fired the loaded gun
Instead the potential just fizzes out like a faulty lamp
He looks at me before getting on the bus. Thoughts weigh down both of our minds like lead bricks. But we got nothing to say. No grand closing statements. Just a final salute of the hand and walking away without looking back. The whole scene grows distant in my rearview mirror. It’s a damn shame that this is just another anticlimax. We’re better then that. I’m better then that. I think of him of her of them of everyone that I have ever associated with as the plane takes off. As it lands I think of myself.
I land towards familiarity.
To routine
To the nine month asylum (which is looking very intriguing)
To the house with a balcony where I can see that river
I’ve always loved those lights…
There you go. I know it’s obviously Howl inspired and with a really weak part in the middle. I’m still a fan regardless. Different from anything that I’ve ever wrote. Don’t know how to end this post except by saying that it will appear in Shadows literary magazine released by CSHS in May. Until next time, dear reader.
