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• Artist: Chimerical Beast
• Description: I refuse to give this a title. If I called it 'Monsters', or 'Fears', or 'Secrets', or 'Guilt, or [i]whatever[/i]- it would give the story a limit. The 'we' in the poem is entirely up to the reader. That's what makes it real; the 'we' do exist, just maybe not the same 'we' for each person.
  Feel free to tell me what the 'we' are to you.
• Date: 03/16/2009
• Tags: untitled

We are the things that no one remembers
We are the things that were knocked all around
We are the things that darkness surrenders
We are the things that you’d rather not found

Our souls are the essence of heartfelt regret
That you can’t remember and we won’t forget
The cries that you hollered when we passed you by
To swallow the Earth and to open the sky
You never can tell just what lurks in the cracks
That jump out to catch you and cling to your backs
We whisper dark secrets for your ears alone
In a near-silent tongue that sounds like a moan
And monsters that prance on your roof top ‘till light
Can’t speak of our names but in horror and fright
For our ivory teeth and poison-tipped claws
Will addle their wits and their senses because…

We are the things that no one remembers
We are the things that were knocked all around
We are the things that darkness surrenders
We are the things that you’d rather not found

Comments

[Goyiafa6666]

well, better than anything else in the arenas ive read today!

[Cottoncandyocbra3]

"We" see that this is an absolutely mediocre poem. With weak metaphors and parse imagery. I have most certainly read better. 2/5.