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The search finally ended
Deaf ears murmur
as those empty eyes
hollowly lock my own
in a soft summer pool
each ripple bellowed – the
shuddering sound; a pin dropping,
a pencil scratching the floor
where were the shattering cries
this September night?
Foolish parents, following
the slaughtered sheep
They begged as they scrambled
to their knees; glancing at
the cold wooden deck
ice seeping through their veins
A dark colored pool reflected the face
- that, of a curious child
Deaf ears murmur
as those empty eyes
hollowly lock my own
in a soft summer pool
each ripple bellowed – the
shuddering sound; a pin dropping,
a pencil scratching the floor
where were the shattering cries
this September night?
Foolish parents, following
the slaughtered sheep
They begged as they scrambled
to their knees; glancing at
the cold wooden deck
ice seeping through their veins
A dark colored pool reflected the face
- that, of a curious child
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Routines
driving
my left arm
tanned darker than my right arm
mirror
two face
the habits of daily life
leave imprints
on skin
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defeathered
and this is where we bury our hearts,
between self-defeating personality disorders
and burnt bridges and midnight ramblings
we promise ourselves aren’t true;
embedding our memories in forsaken homes
like it is a conscious decision to shed
our wings (reptiles don’t fly)
and maybe I am the monster of every
myth: wide-eyed and jagged toothed and
looking to regain a piece of myself the
world borrowed, many moons ago
as I falter and stumble over my own unaware
feet, wreaking havoc, reeking of self-acquittal--
all I ever wanted to do was belong.
dreams are flaws much like the hearts we
flaunt on our sleeves, and I seem to
have len
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Dreams of reality
A pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these
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Written 11.26.11 for LWN Literature contest. [link] I was given several sentence prompts to write a poem about... instead of choosing one, I kinda saw a story in them all and based the piece what I saw from the linked images.
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Wow. that's really good! I love how you wove so many of the prompts together!