syberea

hmmm.....
so i was thinking of entering this piece into a writing contest but i missed the deadline. now i am thinking of just sending it anywhere (preferably somewhere i would get paid) if anyone has a suggestion please dont hesitate to tell.

i am also a fan of constructive critisism, so lay it on me.

its very long bear with me.

Greetings from the Unknown Territory

It is here
In this lair of unwilling poets
Hidden in the back alley
Covered on vines and fur
Sitting in you
And I
Deep
And unknown
Colored chips of glass waiting
To be born screaming
Across the earth
Covering miles
And ages
It is crouched
A hunched animal in the dark
Wanting a name
To have shape
In a bag of filigree bones
Painted red
In the sycncopated slapping
Of bare feet on cobblestones
In the strength of growing cedars
Along the highway
In the smell of pulsing hot neon
Touched skin
In wine miasmas
And midnight sun
In that feeling
You thought you didnt need
Anymore.
I can see it
Can you?
In the small places
That stand nowhere
I can see you looking
And what you found
Broke every clock
In the place
Timelessness ever since
And then the rains began....

ok that isnt all, it goes on, i am going to do this in installments i think.