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Airbag

His eyes flinched, twitching
Like bats ears.
“Pick up your mother at 7, meet us at the restaurant.”

The world seemed an unhappy place,
His placid tears set to fill the Nile in a few short hours,
A half charged cell-phone
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Bou
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Nc
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp ing
On the seat like his blonde haired blue eyed thin framed
Perfectly sculpted
(ideal)
daughter.

Darkness and obsession a prelude to a needle,
Exasperation, struggling respiration
And an elongated, low pitched sigh.

The slick roads washing like soap suds,
Dry as desert
But in the incapable hands of our main character,
They were as slippery as a bathroom floor
Post bathing.

When he d r i f t e d
Into a lamppost,
Percussion cracked his skull like a sledge hammer,
Each bones fermata captured perfectly with a bass and snare,
Befitted perfectly with the occasional cymbal crash.

An airbag can only cushion your face for so long,
Until it leaves a mark in the steering wheel similar to Christ’s face on a cloth.

-
He thought of his mother.
Brown eyes.
She liked baseball and watching the plants grow on Sunday afternoons.
She was a short woman,
Always reaching for things and snapping fingers at him.
Beautiful.
-

Between the metallic strips tearing through his splintering jawbone,
He thought he smelled steak,
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp His lips trying as hard as they could to drip saliva
But they were currently quite preoccupied with disintegrating.

As his body contorted so far as to fit inside a typical office drawer,
Head whipping madly throw white airbags
And into glass windows,
He-

Saturday afternoon on the pier.
The sun was in the sky, incandescent for whatever reason,
Mother nature’s finest gem.
Her dress was a light yellow.
Her hands were fragile, like porcelain.


This whole process of dying seemed entirely too long,
Much unlike the movies but retaining that cinematic quality.
He felt something go through his lower back
And shrugged it off,
It’s momentary excruciation merely a segue to some finer glory he hoped to find.

The cement pillar seemed the titan in this struggle,
Our main character playing whatever anonymous henchman,
Just cannon fodder.

His left ear went dead as he felt a piece of glass
Tear through his ear drum,
Sounding briefly like masturbation but ending too quick to tell.

He wasn’t too sure when his rib cage cremated itself
and saved his parents the trouble,
But briefly he felt whatever wasn’t crushed rushing to fill the space.

She smiled.
Soon \ | / nooS


Finally.
He knew what she meant.
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Given 2003-01-01
Airbag by chaosboy is a masterpiece. The poem takes the reader deep into a journey of the definitive moments of life. To describe such a time is hard, but chaosboy has done a fantastic job with amazing imagery and powerful lines.

“This whole process of dying seemed entirely too long,
Much unlike the movies but retaining that cinematic quality.
He felt something go through his lower back
And shrugged it off,
It’s momentary excruciation merely a segue to some finer glory he hoped to find.


The first few lines captured my attention and it was hard to look away till I had finished reading the entire poem. Picked and written by ~ rajivmathur (Selected by ^faithwalker) ( Featured by faithwalker )
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LongLiz Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
First DD ever!
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cold-angle Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2009  Hobbyist Digital Artist
wow, the very first DD
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xxxroxieheartxxx Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2006
Beautiful. It really flows. It's perfect.
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kodkinism Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2003
Oh. My. Word!

ohmyword!

I have honestly never in my life read anything like this. And i am sitting here seriously considering not reading any more poetry ever again at all because i dont think I ever will read anything like it again. . .

This Voting thing needs to go higher than 100%, because its a sin only giving this 100%

I am at a complete loss for words. I never thought it was possible.

I cant even crit it.

+fav +onmywall +learnitoffbyheart +idunnojustSOMETHING

~kodkinism

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servechilled55 Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2003   Writer
you are probably the best poet i have found on here.
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summerglow Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2003   Writer
I usually get bored reading poems this length, but this one kept me interested. :) (Smile)
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wernstrum Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2003
hi
i should have commented earlier but thought the comment would be lost in the pile.

Anyways, gr8 piece amazing character given to all the momentary elements, and as for the

Soon | / nooS

part i think i get it.

it is a point made about death. we cant imagine what it is like. u break every single moment up and analyse it leading up to death while not actually describing the act because u can't conceive it. thats what the Soon |/ Noos is. finally he understands but we will never because we r still alive.
ive written something similar to this but not as splendid.

its a gr8 concept to grapple with.
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batgaz Featured By Owner May 14, 2003   Writer
Love the way I saw the whole thing in slow motion. Simply breath-taking! +fav
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queenofspades Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2003   Writer
I was just in an accident recently. Great Poem...+fav
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dougdrums Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2003
Wow, this poem almost makes time stand still.
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