The Hunger of the Over-eager Musician Part II: The Song That You Laughed At

The Hunger of the Over-eager Musician Part II: The Song That You Laughed At

A Poem by Chloe
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This is probably the darkest piece that I have ever written. It's written about a real person that I know personally, as was the first "hunger" poem. My objective in this poem is to describe in the best means that I can how I know this person an

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Fall down, fall down I will

I will fall down when you take me to hell

"I will take you to hell"

you say

"burn in hell, burn in hell you will"

so prove it,

take me to the undergrounds

 

I challenge you to

fight off the flaming heat

is that why you are always so cold?

so cold you are,

mittens and caps

 

Mittens to cover your fingers,

extinguishing every possibility of touching sin

and the caps,

the caps cover your ears

you can only hear your own atomic voice,

you hear no plea's for your torture to end

 

You play this music

through this 'God', you say

does your God love every second of it?

is your God proud that his son has

sent thousands to hell,

laughed hysterically at his siblings,

and slit the wrists of the depressed?

IS HE PROUD?!

 

No heart you say,

no mind you say,

no hands you say,

just a God

a God that controlls every body motion

a God that puppeteers his

son to kill and peck the remaining meat

off of their filthy bones

you say that your God wants this?

you claim that GOD is thirsty of

every drop of blood that you

spill from the hearts of

his troubled children?

 

But just the other night

the devil that you have spoken

so hatredly of

kindly greeted me at the gates of his kingdom

as I had arrived for a short visit-

a visit! a visit was all!

the devil,

the devil was so prone to strut

he showed me his piano,

songs of the flames he plays

the devil laughed so much,

so often he did

a funny song! a song that was not so funny!

he laughed, laughed, laughed

he laughed until his eyes turned red

he threw back his head

and continued to laugh as 

his horns grew so long!

 

As I was frightened,

I ran

I ran back to earth

when you approached me with your strut

you said

"burn in hell, burn in hell, you will!"

I ran to my darkness; away from you

 

The next morning

I approached you

I glided so gracefully

I told you of my visit to the underworld

 

I told you how the thousands that you send to hell,

were not present there

as the devil told me,

the underworld has strict rules on acception,

he sent them away

away to where? to where?, 

I wondered

when I was in the darkness

I noticed that he sent them to a GOD

the GOD that you had lied to,

after all,

you did make a promise

 

When you laughed so hysterically at your siblings

you were not so aware of 

the silence around you

no one else laughed, laughed, laughed

at this funny song that your sister played

 

And when you brandished your knife

and slit the wrists of the morners

you were not so accurate

oh my GOD!

you slit your own!

you bled, bled, bled onto your white

clothing that turned dark red,

red like the devil's horns

 

So down, down you fall

into the flaming arms of your new father

as I begin to float above you

in my new pearl clothing,

clothing that I had changed into

and you never cared to wash. 

 

© 2008 Chloe


Author's Note

Chloe
Prepare to have some unanswered questions in this poem answered in another continuation.

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Oh wow! What imagery of how a musician would be as the devil, when he has let himself be obsessed with his craft and creations, how he would put all even those that he loved into hell, for his own rise to the top of music craftmanship.
Remarkable piece! :)

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this was very well written. indeed, your darkest poem. I loved it and vote for you, I hope you win ! be well !

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Okay. The thought of the "dEvil" and "God" sure is facinating to read.

I will definitely read your next part.

~KA~

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Awesome write Now I need to read number 1 lol

Can't wait for 3 lol

~Frances~

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I love this- it leaves a lot unanswered and leaves me really wanting more. Thank yo so much for sharing with us

~Nana Carmine

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The imagery in this piece is great. Can't wait the read the next poem. Wonderfully penned.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Oh wow! What imagery of how a musician would be as the devil, when he has let himself be obsessed with his craft and creations, how he would put all even those that he loved into hell, for his own rise to the top of music craftmanship.
Remarkable piece! :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I have no questions. I understand. Great write. The next part should be an interesting one.

Posted 11 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

That was a powerful write! Filled with many images! Some did leave questions hanging. Your word choice was perfect, and this flowed very well!
Wonderful creation about something you wanted to capture in words! :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Chloe
Chloe

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I am a 16-year-old young writer and I live in Seattle, Washington. I began writing when I was about nine. Then, I began to play some guitar and I realized that I had talent for music also. So poetry a.. more..

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