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What I used to feel
Sings softly in the late night.
I hear promises inside this room.
Whispers,
Choked but loving whispers.
Desperate but solemn whispers.
Shadows reach for each other,
Stark black against a whitewashed wall,
And when they touch, I cringe;
They hold one another close,
A hold so tight it suffocates,
Bodies so near they cease to be two.
Two daydreams
Become one,
And my eyes and face are wet.
Even this lamplight is poor
When I’m so blinded by desperation.
Even these white walls rot around me
When it becomes difficult to want to breathe.

Still...
We promised to wake tomorrow.

And I hear those promises in this room.
Fading whispers.
©2006-2009 ~merecontagion
:iconmerecontagion:

Author's Comments

I guess I got what I wanted when I asked for inspiration.

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:iconwowkrynne:
SUCH an AWESOME feeling in this! I don't like happy, but I mean it's a lot!! Wow! You are seriously a really really good writer!!! :w00t:

I love this part the best -

"Even these white walls rot around me
When it becomes difficult to want to breathe.

Still...
We promised to wake tomorrow."

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Join the club!!! :heart: ~The-Zax-Club
:iconmerecontagion:
Aw :blushes:. Well, I really do try ^^;. Thank you so very much :cuddle:. That's one of the best and nicest things anyone's ever said to me :hug:. That means very, very much to me.

Thank you :). I'm really very glad you like it.

--
Begin, murderer. Pox, leave thy damnable faces and begin. Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.

:pointandlaugh: :earth:

And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.
:iconcleobedeo:
to me it seems so tragic, yet sweet. i really love this

--
Pax vobiscum
"I'd cheat destiny just to be near you"
:iconmerecontagion:
:hug: Thank you so much. Tragic yet sweet was exactly what I was hoping to hear.

--
Begin, murderer. Pox, leave thy damnable faces and begin. Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.

:pointandlaugh: :earth:

And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.
:iconraven-is-my-name-tt:
Simply blown away by this one. I love it. It has a deep feel to it that makes you want to read it over and over and over still. The whole flow of the poem is smoothe yet choppy as the end comes around making your breath catch in your throat. A very abrupt ending that suddenly chops off and yet slips slowly away at the same time...A definate fave!

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Pretend its just a romance novel
And we're hero's of the cause
In the end we'll be exulted
With a standing applause...
~me
:iconmerecontagion:
:D Thank you very much! I'm glad that you liked it :hug:. This with a few others submitted near to it came out in a rush, so I was a little worried for them.

Thank you :hug:.

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Begin, murderer. Pox, leave thy damnable faces and begin. Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.

:pointandlaugh: :earth:

And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.
:iconraven-is-my-name-tt:
:hug: No worries!

--
Pretend its just a romance novel
And we're hero's of the cause
In the end we'll be exulted
With a standing applause...
~me
:iconurbane-poet:
You haven't read 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' recently, have you?

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