Cue the Dancing Skeleton

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Maybe this one will give you guys more ideas for stories. I get ideas for stories but I can't actually write them. This one is story-like but since I can't write a story this is the best I can do. Hope everyone likes it :)

Are you a man or just a theme of lament;

Recycled energy from a half a can of beer and a cloud above your head?

A half cocked smile while you’re singing the blues,

All the while stuck in a dream of ‘Blue Suede shoes’;

Walking around town like Elvis singing Huey Lewis and the News-

Because times all mixed up

When you’ve been through it all and have nothing else to lose.

You pace through the old folks home looking for the exit.

Then you get escorted back to your room by a man who looks like your son Vincent.

Looking in the mirror you see a young Buddy Holly

You start to see your real self once you think of your wife Molly,

Is she dead or is she still waiting?

Sometimes you can still hear her singing,

Maybe she’s down in B wing with all the other crazy old ladies.

You start to think are you old or did you just die young?

You were born to be wild so you rode your horse out to the sun

And your ghost is here trying to live it all again.

Or something like that.

Your hearts torn between living and pretending to be dead.

You never really go to bed, you just rest your head;

Listening to cars pass by- they run over sheep’s in your mind.

You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling-

It morphs into anything and everything you might be feeling.

You start to see a tear, you see a heart

Then you start to see it braking.

You yell out for Vincent but its just that guy that looks like him

And he tells you to go back to bed.

Like it’s really that easy.

You’ve made your bed-

That was hard enough already

Now laying in it is a whole different story.

Let alone dying in it;

Then leaving it and getting buried.

The insects will eat you like they have your whole life

Then the wear and tear will finally show on the outside.

You hear murmurs of passerbys visiting their loved ones

No funeral for you- no flowers, not even one.

Not one tear in the soil to respect your turmoil.

You turn into dust and fall deeper into the earth,

Until your reach the center:

The boiling pit mixed with all the dust of other ghosts who didn’t get a visit.

Now all you can do is haunt other people until you feel gruesome.

But first you have to find Molly

Walking through deaths valley is very lonesome.

 


Submitted: July 22, 2015

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Chris Green

American Pie deconstructed. Very nice indeed.
Regards
Chris

Wed, July 22nd, 2015 9:25am

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Thanks for taking time to read :)

Wed, July 22nd, 2015 10:18am

Mr Watson

The beginning reminded me of a couple of Don Mclean songs, then it got darker and more desperate, I hope he finds Molly, Then maybe they could have a ( scary scary night ) together, Vincent's was more of a starry starry one !

Wed, July 22nd, 2015 6:19pm

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Yeah- I'm glad you could really feel the transition. Thats so weird I only knew American pie by him- I had no idea about his song Vincent now that I read the lyrics it fits even more now x) what a coincidence. You know what though I do listen to Bob Dylan a lot- I like the poetry in his songs. Maybe parts of that crept in here also. A lot of people say my poems remind them of song lyrics... I really need to learn an instrument! ha. Anyways, I'm glad you read :)

Wed, July 22nd, 2015 11:27am

Mr Watson

Vincent, a song about Van Gogh ! you painted a scene in words, creativity comes from within Unmasked, never stop writing what you feel. : )

Wed, July 22nd, 2015 6:35pm

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Yep :) Thanks for that

Wed, July 22nd, 2015 1:00pm

H. Adams

So I'm commenting from my phone since I just recently had surgery for my eye... I apologize if I spell anything wrong lol. This was a peculiar little poem from you, almost thrown together. I really like it... Some parts made me want to write a story from it, which I might end up doing if it's okay with you... For me I just thought of a broken man who doesn't have anything left to live for, like Molly left him and Vincent's gone from his life and he may not have friends and no job. And then because of that he speaks of his death (hence not having anything to live for)... That's just what I got from it... Really nice poem and I'm glad to see you writing again :)

Wed, July 22nd, 2015 8:43pm

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uh oh how did the surgery go? Anyways, go ahead and write a story from it, that's what I wanted. It would be cool if you mentioned me though :) I hope you can make something out of it. And it was nice to hear your take on the poem- Yeah, what you said pretty much is what I meant. I also like to hear points of views that I never even thought of because it makes me see the poem in a different light. So, if you ever feel like you interpreted a different way or something- feel free to share :) I'd love to hear.

Wed, July 22nd, 2015 2:04pm

hullabaloo22

This is great. Yuo got the music imagery, the skeleton imagery, the death and decay imagery.Brilliant.

Thu, June 2nd, 2016 8:12pm

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its cool you noticed all the different elements and the imagery. Thanks.

Thu, June 2nd, 2016 2:04pm

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