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An Exercise in Alliteration and Alienation


She slides slowly,
safely,
into anticipating arms.

"Sweetie," she sighs,
"survival
"is always antagonistic."

The two tired travelers,
languishing lovers,
take their time in the never-ending night.
Trying to traverse
terrifying thoughts,
insane images,
lunatic laughter.

Livid lights, blindingly bright,
explode.

A chaotic cacophony crashes,
clanging cruelly.

Terror
travels.

Forgiveness
forgets.

Screams
spill.

Darkness
drowns.

Lovers locked.
Ever-ending
embrace.


Hello everyone. I am new to these forums. Just picked up my first guitar and am trying to learn how to make the damn thing make some sweet sounding noise.

I have always enjoyed reading (read my first novel in 5th grade - The Watchers by Dean Koontz). And have made many meager attempts at writing. All of which have found their way to some forgotten landfill.

The above poem was mainly an exercise in alliteration which sort of morphed into a quick little story about a couple on a fateful trip to somewhere. I kind of like it.

However, the end seems a little hacky (perhaps the whole work does). I hope the poem doesn't come off as too emo, but I have always had a predisposition toward the dark corners of life.

Please leave some comments. Living in Mississippi makes it kind of hard to converse with intelligent people about literature and the like.
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Alright I fixed up the title for you, just remember next time to follow the rules and post accordingly.
This is not a pipe