Painting of a Poet
Piper prefers poetry,
Positioning potential - potential
Persuading possibility - possible
Pretty pretty Piper...
Poetry painted Piper.
About the Creator
Be the first to share your insights about this piece.
More stories from Meg Phillips and writers in Poets and other communities.
Déjà Vu, I know I've been here before, a familiar scene There's a man by the river and I've seen him before, I can hear his silent scream Demons are all over his phone- temptation is calling He's falling- down the rabbit hole and into the darkness He's falling- in love with the devil and all of her red flags The bad habits are coming back out the bag Caught in a whole lot of trouble, He's lost in the rubble- Of what used to be a good man, but he won't tell them- with what sins he struggles Something he knows he doesn't want but still so appalling Focused on the wrong things- it all comes out in the songs that he sings Stuck on repeat- caught in a loop, that makes life feel like a trip There's no falling from his lowest point, so this must be it Back again at the breaking point, if he goes any further he's not coming back Staring into a star-less sky- all he can see is black Trapped in his head under constant attack If he falls apart one more time the pieces aren't going back together again The last time his heart came apart he promised himself it wouldn't happen again He can't remember- the last time the clouds were apart, but he's used to the rain Stuck in the storm, blown around in the wind like a feather- With no way of escape, everyday feels the same Never better nor worse- Life is a witch, and he's stuck under her curse, she's playing a game Can't get in contact with sleep but her cousin is calling his name The loneliest nights last into the day, his daydreams and nightmares are one in the same Over and over again, all the days are the same Déjà Vu is a curse, but he's grown numb to the pain In the face of fear fighting for faith, but brute force can only take him so far Running as fast as he can but he's caught in a circle- How has he fallen so far? Back in the same place as before, and as close to the edge as can be Standing there looking over, I wonder what's stopping him What's bringing him back to this place so repeatedly? Standing there, staring into the river... He wants to be carried away Hopes and dreams have long washed away, but he carries on anyway Walking away I hope he's okay... But when I look in the mirror, who looks back at me with the emptiest stare- Is the same man I saw by the river- That's where I've seen him before This is the loop, the the inescapable curse we know as Déjà Vu
Sensational Challenge Winners
At Vocal, we're always going on and on about the freedoms of limitation and how walls and decisions and editing make great art. But sometimes you just need to let your creative hair down, throw some paint at the wall. This was one of our more open prompts, free for interpretation, few limits, just give us a poem, a sense of the senses.
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.