Scars on Broadway

Scars on Broadway

A Poem by L4rn13

The sun beams will help it to corrode into a cacophony of diamantine flowers...

Watch the acrylic paint run off the rooftops and the jellatin monstrosity will smile broadly.
The sun beams will help it to corrode into a cacophony of diamandtine flowers,
Blossoms with bejeweled petals,
A renewal like no other protrudes territorial with no remorse,
Such becoming radiancy an incandescence of what is yet to come.
Begin the oxidation! Let Fire reign!
New truths as bare as phlogiston,
No longer will it devour within a conflagrative manner.
Moral and stoutheartedness forbids it,
So vociferate again and watch in dumbfounded splendour as the paint dries and the sun will dance it's aubade across the ocean of simulacrum,
Hypnagogic hallucination, a rudimentary acknowledgment of what is left to discover.

© 2014 L4rn13

Author's Note

I am well aware that there is a band (once known as System of a Down) with this title and I am only using it for the purpose of the name for my poem.
Not often I am in a good mood and find a strange way to express it but here's something I tried and after re-reading this I laughed at how it appears to be structured yet jumbled in it's own way. Haha. Please read, enjoy and I hope it will bring a smile to your lips as it did I.

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Fascinating choice of words and phrases
the only bit I noticed was wrong was ''the sunbeams with help it'' - will help it?
I love the bit that goes ''Let Fire reign''

just beware of the famous quote though - ''Fire is a good servant but a bad master''

good work

Posted 6 Years Ago

Awesome poem keep up the great work and I can't wait to read more

Posted 6 Years Ago

Wordy. I like this one. It certainly stands out!

Posted 6 Years Ago

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Added on April 23, 2014
Last Updated on June 19, 2014
Tags: good, happy, mood, scars, left, behind, to, diamond, flower, petals



Birmingham, United Kingdom

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