devil_dante_:

Cobalt:

You're right Gizem, it's been too long. I'm glad you helped get this thread active again . And it's a good poem, I get most of what you were saying. I dont know what you meant by "do you know what I'm building in here" though. You said this poem was inspired by various songs, which ones?

Hahaa yep ^ ^ though no one replies besides you lol. Oh, "Do you know what I'm builing in here?" represents the revolution inside, I mean building something inside that is different than I had, kinda referring to personality you know..One ounce of sarcasism..A barrel of egoism..No more "emo"ism.. like being the person I want to be....ummm, "waking the monster" inside..damn, maybe I should change the title to that XD

Oh I get it now. Well in that case it's even better than I thought before. Now I see better how it all meshes and comes together. Great job!



                           Premonition


Some people think a premonition is just an old superstition.
When it starts, not all sights are pleasant.
Filled with anticipation,
its hard to see the horrible parts
and be filled with satisfaction.

This morning started out like most.
Began my usual breakfast of slightly burnt toast.
Went to the subway to take
the train to work.
When I noticed an unusual
person with a strange smirk.

He passed by me as I was getting on my train.
He seemed mostly simple and plain.
Brown hair, light brown eyes and a long overcoat.
But he had a large crescent scar on his throat.

As he passed,
our shoulders bumped, and a vision.
I saw, though it didnt last.
The vision of a bomb on a train
then an enormous blast.
And I saw the man laughing,
dear Lord what is this man crafting?

My mouth got dry, the man walked on.
He had already disappeared in the crowd.
People around me talkin aloud,
train horns are blaring behind me so loud.
I must stop him I though to myself.

He came from this one,
he must have planted it already on this train.
If I dont find this bomb,
I feel I will be to blame.
And this whole train will be aflame.

I looked under the seat.
Even behind people's feet.
Faster and faster my heart begins to beat.
I looked everywhere,
I couldnt find the damn thing anywhere.

Through the window I looked for his face.
It felt like I was in a life or death race.
And I didn't see him anyplace.

The train doors closed and started to pull away.
I look out the window and saw that man
walk out of the other train's doorway.
He looked me square in the eyes,
smirked and continued on his way.

Then it hit me like a brick.
And suddenly I felt so sick.
That was the train,
that place where he just came.
I had the wrong train...

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Snake Returns: 6/12/08