Week 490 (October 1 - October 14) Poems Topic: See Image

[C.P., Windrunner]

You have until the 14th of October to post a poem and from the 15th to around the 21st of October, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be of any length!

This week’s topic is:



The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow

[Garrison]

POET: Garrison Kelly
TITLE: Parasocial
GENRE: Heavy Metal Song
RATING: PG-13 for language


VERSE 1
The beacon of light I’ve been waiting for
A platonic friendship or something more?
One-sided romance from across the screen
Like I don’t know what parasocial means
We never talk, but I can still have dreams
About making this more than it seems
The real world doesn’t even compare
The real world doesn’t fucking care

CHORUS
Parasocial, parasitic
Lovey-dovey, sick and twisted
Parasocial, paranormal
Who cares about morals?
Supernatural, superficial
Let’s tie the knot, make it official
Superstardom, Superhero
Take a chance on this weirdo?

VERSE 2
I don’t have a knife or pepper spray
Yet you back the fuck up anyway
I would too, so I can’t blame you
Don’t know if I have a loose screw
Don’t know if I’m a creepy terrorist
No confidence and less arrogance
Where else am I supposed to go?
Got nothing here but wires and crows

CHORUS
Parasocial, parasitic
Lovey-dovey, sick and twisted
Parasocial, paranormal
Who cares about morals?
Supernatural, superficial
Let’s tie the knot, make it official
Superstardom, Superhero
Take a chance on this weirdo?

VERSE 3
I hate riding in cars in long traffic lines
I hate flying on planes for a long ass time
I hate riding on buses with dog logos
I hate riding on trains, it’s never solo
I don’t have the patience to see this through
Yet I yearn to be even closer to you
Back to the keyboard for another comment
In hopes we still have friendship in common

CHORUS
Parasocial, parasitic
Lovey-dovey, sick and twisted
Parasocial, paranormal
Who cares about morals?
Supernatural, superficial
Let’s tie the knot, make it official
Superstardom, Superhero
Take a chance on this weirdo?

FINAL VERSE
Growing older
Growing colder
You’ve moved on
Still I wait so long

[Ryan]

He who fights monsters

I won’t survive this dark night’s lunacy.
Waves smash against the fortress of my mind
with an endless ebb and flow of misery—
I'm drowning in a Labyrinth I designed.

No compass, satnav, Valium can save
me here, where even stars are scared to shine.
To a shifting siren’s song I am enslaved,
drawn down beyond the high-tide line.

Battered by winds strong as Minotaurs
my hull is breached beyond my skill to caulk.
I drift on wings of wax, then on all fours
crash land where none but monsters walk.

Light glints on broken glass, at last I see!
There’s no abyss but this one in me.

~R~

any comments welcome

[Anne]

Title: A night at sea

Stormy seas of foamy wrath
Beckon, grasp, consume, as
To and fro the tide ebbs, flows
Crashing, crashing
On rocks and stone.

An edifice stands strong
Stalwart, its silent signals
Send warning to all
Blinking, blinking
Let ships avert.

Lights flicker as daylight dawns
Seabirds caw, hover and whirl
Seeking food, diving
Circling, circling
As waves still.

Comments welcome

[M]

Ryan wrote: “He who fights monsters.”

I thoroughly enjoyed this. I had intended to comment when it was posted but got distracted. Now it’s a month and a half later. The imagery, the effortless metrical virtuosity, are really striking.