Laughing like the Sun

Laughing like the Sun

A Poem by Mr. Misanthrope
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If you find it difficult to understand, you know you're on the right track. It's a nightmare come to life, after all. Excluding all the scientifically impossible bits, which is pretty much the whole poem. Lol!

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My soul, impure.

My spirit, tainted.

Myself, broken.

Many faces, painted.

A vast array of souls in the Empire Exhibition.

All boasting colours of dead inhibition.

And mine?

Sorry, I'm colour-blind.

I prefer not to slide down the rainbow of some retarded leprachaun

With his pot of gold (Miser!) and his Irish Setter called Scorn.

 

Dancing skulls and grey smoke,

Pink eyeballs and beauty unspoke,

Tip-toeing from soul to soul.

Banishing friends,

And Death personified.

He will make me suffer forever.

My Yellow Jester.

 

Red and black and golden bells screaming

An ode of ridicule to make me wake up in my dreams,

Wearing nothing but boxers in a gaping-mouthed classroom.

A cold shower in the Mo(u)rning of my Life.

 

He just stood there,

Silently,

Staring,

A sardonically woven voo-doo doll with lidless eyes.

Baring his teeth,

Their yellow surface

Blinding me with

An absence of friends,

With which I sow the soil of my barren Purgatory, my world.

 

Those teeth,

Those teeth,

Grinding and grinning at me

With their own plastic faces.

 

'You are alone,' he tells me. 'And you always will be.'

 

And he laughed...

 

And laughed...

 

And laughed...

 

And all I did

Was stand there,

Taking it in,

Absorbing the aura of torment into my hollow cocoon that I call a body.

That Glasgow smile that haunts my dreams,

Emanating from his soul,

Like a Joker, with style, from Hell...

or maybe Heaven?

I don't know.

I don't know who wants me anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You know what? That laugh?

 

 

 

It kinda hurt....and it still does.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2008 Mr. Misanthrope


Author's Note

Mr. Misanthrope
'Empire Exhibition': the place were this incident, the basis of the poem, happened, was a cinema called Empire.
I hate the colour yellow. Also, its supposed to symbolise a yellow sun. Sort of like the sun, the only thing that provides light, lies to you. Plus, I hate staying in the sun for more than 15 minutes. It gives me migraines. Lol.
The whole 'waking up in a classroom wearing nothing but your boxers' theme is a common nightmare which many children have, so I thought I would mention it.

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I don't care for the Sun either. Too many years spent in Florida working under it.
This was an incredible poem! There was mix of things that made me lean forward with the intensity of it, and smile.
"I prefer not to slide down the rainbow of some retarded leprachaun. With his pot of gold (Miser!) and his Irish Setter called Scorn." Couldn't help but smile at that one.
You have a smooth style, and the verse catches the eyes and compells you to move down the page. And I can certainly relate to nightmares. I think as writers and poets our minds are in over-drive constantly.
Great work!
Mark

Posted 12 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.




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I like the 2nd and 4th verses best and of those two the 2nd. I smirked to myself at verse 4 and thought, that's how I look or at least feel on a good morning. Having said that I suspect the line that wld freak me out most wld be 'That Glasgow smile...' as I can imagine all kinds of dark potential behind it, but then I am English and the Scots do, ahem, tend to hate us.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Absolutely stunning are the first words that come to mind. I read and re-read this poem. And I only enjoyed it that much more each time I went through it. I would paste my favorite lines but I would have to post the better part of your poem. An eloquent write. Bravo

JS

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well - I'm disturbed...
Mission accomplished! Well done!
:P

Seriously, though, the way the imagery skips around before you can get a handle on it is very dreamlike and unsettling which is, I think, exactly what you were hoping for.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

visually dynamic:)
and might i say
this was quite intense
certaintly lured me in
to the chaotic nightmare
you have written so amazingly
thanks for sharing! -arabella


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"i love the imagery"
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well, just cause everyone else said it doesn't mean its not true. But i ~would~ like to add that yes, being told that you're going to be alone forever is very scary *shudder*

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very creepy. I'd hate to have this nightmare. Seems too vivid for my taste. Great write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This one was intense. And I get the nightmare thing. Very well written.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I felt like I stepped in to a circus fun house and couldn't find my way out! The pictures you painted connected with my imaginative mind... bouncing from one scene to the next like a crazy horror movie on the silverscreen. :) Nice work... and yes... I think we have all had haunting dreams with someone laughing and the laughter stays still. :p

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

O_O
WOw, xD and omfg, this is awesome. Your poems are really really good, I love your style of writing, they bring the nightmare out, xD.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lots of great imagery in this write, has a haunting sadness to it..but still found it a pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing it, look forward to reading more of your writes. PW

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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