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Surrounded by all
This mundane repetition
Uncertainty is a gift
But we fear it
We fear it
We fear it
Grey mornings
Blue nights
Passing like dreams
Memories run together
Faded watercolor portraits
Dim outlines
Feel so familiar
Indistinct
Swooning shapes
Gathered together
In the hazy mists
Of recollection
Unattained
Rorschach would be so proud
Lovers
Friends
Strangers
Enemies
Pretending…
Unmaking ourselves, into
Recognizable
Unintimidating
Shapes
Packed in sawdust
And disuse
Our souls
Become unknown
- Title: Noir
- Artist: Kibroth
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Description:
A new breed of poem that I've written the least of. That being film inspired poetry. It needs a little work, but I'm still proud of it.
Noir means "Black" in french. It's also, as you might have guessed or already known, a genre of film.
A genre I continue to grow in affection for, in all it's incarnations.
-K
- Date: 08/08/2009
- Tags: noir film surreal genre rorschach
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Comments (4 Comments)
- MissClorox - 08/12/2009
- Very Deep! I like it!
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- WereSquishy - 08/09/2009
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You sound like a Question trailer spoof where he inner monologues with "what would Rorshach do?"
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- SuperFun_sized - 08/08/2009
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i agree, dont stop writing cos this is great!
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- FoxfireAsaliEcara - 08/08/2009
- Cool. Keep writing this kind of thing. It's good.
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