#1
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The clock at midnight screams its premonitions,
But is anyone really listening?
You search for something familiar
But just find yourself mixing drinks in the kitchen,
Marie tries to whisper, but all
You can hear are these rotten Dante quotations.
Two lovers collapse inside each other
To the chorus of recognised laughter
And your boot heels click and clatter
To compensate for your lack of laughter.
The crowded room is lonely
The party sounds like a violin
Crying to the madness
As people swallow violent things
There’s some organised thinking
And suggestions that are already suggested
And through the murmur of the wondering
You find yourself longing
For a shoulder or a second opinion
And if each man is an island
Then whose going to sail to who?
Rain drops splash on sparkling bottles tops
As you try to wash the smoke from your hair
You know something is gone but you can’t remember what was here
As a precisely-built moon fights the chaos of clouds
As a moment of certainty is swallowed by doubt
You know something is gone, but you can’t remember what was here
#2
Quote by hiddeninromance
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The clock at midnight screams its premonitions,
But is anyone really listening?
You search for something familiar
But just find yourself mixing drinks in the kitchen,
Marie tries to whisper, but all
You can hear are these rotten Dante quotations.
Two lovers collapse inside each other
To the chorus of recognised laughter
And your boot heels click and clatter
To compensate for your lack of laughter.
The crowded room is lonely
The party sounds like a violin
Crying to the madness
As people swallow violent things
There’s some organised thinking
And suggestions that are already suggested
And through the murmur of the wondering
You find yourself longing
For a shoulder or a second opinion
And if each man is an island
Then whose going to sail to who?
Rain drops splash on sparkling bottles tops
As you try to wash the smoke from your hair
You know something is gone but you can’t remember what was here
As a precisely-built moon fights the chaos of clouds
As a moment of certainty is swallowed by doubt
You know something is gone, but you can’t remember what was here




I'm sorry James but this was just perfect. I can't believe that no one has gotten to this yet; astounishing! Poetry doesn't get more intricate and enthralling than this my friend. What a wonderful read. Well done my old friend.