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Broken Crayons

She colored me a pretty picture that began with a yellow crayon
Because this was the happiest she ever felt
And I hung it on the fridge and kissed her on the forehead
To let her know the color yellow made me happy as well
And her parents always held hands under the dinner table
And her brother used to wrestle with her on the living room floor
And the yellow picture shed light like sunshine from that refrigerator door

She colored me an interesting picture composed of different shades of green
Because this was her "jealousy" period, and I stared at it on the counter and laced my fingers with hers
To let her know she was the only one I ever wanted
And this was about the time her parents left their bedroom door open while they were having sex
And her brother seemed to disappear for hours
And that picture of shaded greens lay spiteful like an angry child on that kitchen counter

She colored me a desperate picture in blue and purple hues
Because she almost felt as if she couldn't go on breathing
And I crumpled it in my fist and kissed her softly on the mouth
To let her know that she painted my blue as well
And her parents didn't sit together at the dinner table anymore
And no noises were heard from their room, in fact, they barely talked
And her and her brother didn't wrestle anymore, for he was thrown into the streets
And that crumpled, desperate picture in blue and purple hues
Lay upon the pale white floor, like an all reminding, self inflicted bruise

She drew me a final picture that ended with a broken, black crayon
For she realized that her life could never be put back together
And she had left it for me, taped to the bathroom mirror when I found her body on the floor
This time I cried because there would be no more pictures,
And I wouldn't hold her hand in the kitchen, or kiss her in the living room anymore
And her parents wouldn't discuss her death, in fact they would barely cry
And her brother wouldn't be there to kiss her farewell, he'd be far too busy getting high
And this all hit me like a freight train
As I glanced at the slash marks on her wrists, and that black picture stared back at me from the mirror
Broken things are not beautiful, her scars ran deeper than the skin
Her issues didn't lie in the external world around us,
Her real issues lied within.

Author notes

If jello were food, I'd eat you.

haha, yeah, so other than that...umm, I know it's longer than 25 lines...it's more around 34, but I tried to make it as short as possible without ruining the meaning.
Other than that, this can be taken quite literally, so I don't feel I need to explain this.
Written November 18th, 2005

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  • omg, this is amazing, it really hit me, left me breathless as i hung on to every word, a brilliantly written piece, fantastic, so full of emotion and fantastic imagery

  • This is amazing, the way you've made colours reflect emotion, the way you've wrote the poem... everything. It's great.
    I found it very powerful, especially the end:

    "Her issues didn't lie in the external world around us,
    Her real issues lied within."

    It's powerful because you've shown that even though her life around her was tough, that wasn't the extent of her issues. Strong message there.
    Great poem
    x x x


  • Guerrero
    May 18

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    .. i cant believe this. this is absolutely amazing. this is in fact one of the best i have ever read.

  • I loved this. I think you did an excellent job. The words flowed very well, the imagery was terrific.
    Thank you for entering my contest. This is an awesome write and I hope you continue to keep it up.

    Good luck.


  • Swan song gold member
    October 25, 2008
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    This was something i am at a loss for words but this was really something


  • DrunktankLullaby
    August 2, 2007

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    this sequence is absolutely breath-taking, heart-breaking, and BEAUTIFUL.
    it's seriously brilliant. I wish I could come up with something as magnificently genius as this.
    job well done.


  • The.Stars.Go.Blue
    January 1, 2007

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    I think your green and blue stanzas were breathtaking. Really. I'm amazed that anyone could pull genius like that out of nowhere. Your yellow stanza was nice, very soft and beautiful. I didn't like your black stanza as much, though. It was very harsh. The poetic quality, though not gone entirely, was really hurt in that last bit. But it really didn't affect your poem, because that blue stanza...it left me awed. Your green stanza aswell, actually. I felt like crying, lol. And that's a lot for me.

    You wrote well, is what I'm trying to say.


  • love tank x
    December 29, 2006

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    This is incrediblllleeee.
    Boy, that last stanza is just...heartbreaking.
    In a good but sad way.
    You've done a magnificent job here. ♥
    Thank you for entering and good luck!

  • Necro7
    December 28, 2006
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    Wow

    Too deep for words


  • xox-lankan-xox
    December 15, 2006

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    Loved it!

    Oh wow! This is indeed beautiful and very well written! I'm astound someone can write this good poem! Thanks so much for entering my contest and good luck! My favourite lines were "She drew me a final picture that ended with a broken, black crayon
    For she realized that her life could never be put back together
    And she had left it for me, taped to the bathroom mirror when I found her body on the floor
    This time I cried because there would be no more pictures,
    And I wouldn't hold her hand in the kitchen, or kiss her in the living room anymore
    And her parents wouldn't discuss her death, in fact they would barely cry
    And her brother wouldn't be there to kiss her farewell, he'd be far too busy getting high
    And this all hit me like a freight train
    As I glanced at the slash marks on her wrists, and that black picture stared back at me from the mirror
    Broken things are not beautiful, her scars ran deeper than the skin
    Her issues didn't lie in the external world around us,
    Her real issues lied within." I know it's a lot but I really like those lines! Thanks again and good luck!


  • xx Fallen Dreams xx
    December 14, 2006

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    Amazing

    Wow. And as a writer, i hate it when all i can think of is a 3 letter word to describe something, but this poem is truely amazing. It really shows the pain of a family growing farther apart.... which is happening more and more now then ever before. The rhyming scheme in this worked amazingly well, I loved it. Good luck! I hope you win


  • x Emo Cheese
    January 7, 2006
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    You...make me blush :[
    Which, is a good thing. Honestly though, I do not believe I'm worthy of such praise...all I can do is say thank you and stare in disbelief that someone would find something I wrote so powerful.
    Eeep. Thank you

  • x Emo Cheese
    January 7, 2006
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    hahaha, thank you so very much ^_^


  • stephanie-lee
    January 3, 2006
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    breathtaking

    i am speechless, absolutely speechless. the most breathtaking, powerful, wholesome poetry i have read in so long. i honour you, i honour your talent, for this is truly beautiful poetry, and for that i am adding you to my favourites.
    XoX milly


  • Just Mandiiee Now..
    December 3, 2005
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    yeah

    yeah you won im so happy now i was like let emo win! good job!


  • grannyeri gold member
    November 29, 2005
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    I guess rules are meant to be broken, and why put them in anyway. Wonder if we should even bother with rules - just seems funny that some follow them, and others don't. Don't understand this at all - a good poem, even though.
    Edited on Nov 29, 11:51 p.m. because ''.

  • Just Mandiiee Now..
    November 29, 2005
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    kiced mother a$$

    i hated it, it mae me cry.. jp...welll jpabout hating it
    good luck


  • x Emo Cheese
    November 18, 2005
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    Thanks a lot for the comment. Haha, and thanks for not minding that I broke the 25 rule, because I was trying really hard not to.
    I guess I should really thank you for the inspiring title, as I never would have wrote this had you not given me the option


  • Living-Out-Loud
    November 18, 2005
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    i find this beautiful, im glad you broke my 25 rule its so touching and sad...i love this cause i always draw with crayons too...i guess its y i picked the title. not rhyming but even so it flows well good job thnx for the entry wish u luck-deep

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