hell sure does feel a lot like home.

flames danced around the room,

painting silhouettes on the wall.

a masquerade of phantoms chant

verses of solace to the crowded corridor.

the deafening cry of the strings

parading the broken puppets

is now only a far call in my dreams,

haunting my memories like a broken record.

and it calls me;

the bodies on the floor halfway dead,

the beginning of the end.

Author's Note

Something new! I was inspired yesterday, I'm curious to see if any of you can decipher what this poem is about!

Reviews

[J.Sin]

The title of this piece is what brought me to this page and encouraged me to read. to me it is obviously a piece about coming back to a comfortable place, feeling welcome and at ease there. No matter how dark and deep the imagery is, it seems to me to be about coming full circle and finding yourself exactly where you are meant to be.

That's what I get out of it, and even if I am off the mark, it is the interpretation that makes me love this poem so much. I think it is a piece of writing that anyone can adapt to their own lives and make it wholly their own. You should never explain the true meaning of this piece... leave it open for the reader to interpret.

BRAVO!

[Kimberly Anastasia]

I must say, you're on the right track! That meaning is definitely part of what this piece is about, though not in whole. I won't disclose the meaning unless somebody asks. :) Thank you for reading and sharing your interpretation!

[UN]

Oooo pretty dark, love the whimsy (masquerades and puppets are always fun) makes me think you would like my project... hell is always a compelling topic isn't it? Always interesting to hear everyone's different ideas about it, but of course I see the imagery as a metaphor for a life they feel trapped in. I liked it, it said a lot in its few lines.

[poetgurl]

the deafening cry of the strings
parading the broken puppets
is now only a far call in my dreams,
haunting my memories like a broken record.

Wow to these lines here, this is a deep write,
I enjoyed what these words were calling to me.
Broken puppets for they can't move anymore without help, it's like the world has given up on love,

very nicely written.

[Unspoken poet]

the deafening cry of the strings
parading the broken puppets
is now only a far call in my dreams,
haunting my memories like a broken record.

AWESOME WRITE....LOVED this part. This is a very well written, I like your style a lot

[Tony Jordan]

when hell feels like home and home is like hell - where are we to find heaven or anything like it and do we desire it.
You cast a wide net here and it catches the thoughts excellently.

[drew garner]

I enjoy the imagery and the angst. my only complaint seems to be that you went for dualistic meaning to avoid reductionist simplicity in a relatively naive way.

[Kimberly Anastasia]

I appreciate your honesty. Any tips on how I could improve?

[drew garner]

Hard fast rules are hard to do with poetry. But you have a gift for imagery, so i would focus on developing one complex image that implies meaning without being trapped by it. and if you can find it read Jim Dodges collection of poems rain on the river. And I also recommend a collection called a book of surrealist games because they are a fun way to practice. But if you men specifics on this poem it is mainly the last line, i would probably change it because the imagery of the piece is rich. but the last line reduced it to a Marylin Manson lyric i sound critical it only cause i loved it but the last line but you definitely have talent.

[Kimberly Anastasia]

I'll look into those! Thanks for the recommendations and advice, I'll see what I can do about that line lol.

[Relic]

I'm going to think about this for a bit. :)

[Kimberly Anastasia]

I will be eagerly awaiting your response!

[Relic]

Hmm, I thought it might have a dark tone to it but your reply below says different. I can only think of someone growing up, possibly moving away, the puppets and toys of her past now rarely used.

Don't know.

You can message me the answer or tell me here. :)

[Kimberly Anastasia]

Ah, the puppets are a metaphor. I can message you a breakdown of the entire piece if you'd like?

[Relic]

............... Okay!

[AllauraRose]

First of all I loved this, its very good! Secondly, I believe it is about you camping when you were younger. You are probably singing around the campfire and the fire is casting a shadow on the wall of trees. You then have to take the tents down the next day and it feels like the string that was holding it down broke. Since this so long ago you miss it because now as an adult you have responsibilities. You wish you were young again, and the "bodies on the floor" are the people you went with, since it was in the past they are no longer the exact same as they were then (so they are halfway dead) or they are dead now. It is the beginning and the end of the world because you are no longer a child and your are now an adult. I hope I am close!

[Kimberly Anastasia]

I like your interpretation! It's a very good one and although it isn't exactly what this is about, the vibe and emotion you're describing sounds right! I love and appreciate how you took the time to read into every part of this piece. Thank you for leaving your comment!

[AllauraRose]

Aw darn, well I tried. Your poem is amazing and is written wonderfully. I hope someone can decode it!

[Kimberly Anastasia]

Thanks so much! Maybe someone will haha