She's like a target awaiting the arrow to pierce the bullseye,
a baseball waiting for the bat to swing,
her skin tainted with black and blue,
scars winding up her arms,
like the moss in the cracks of the sidewalk,
mesmerizing and hypnotic,
winding yet chaotic,
she's free yet bound,
lost but found,
and with frenzied actions, she runs,
she runs,
but she's found, she's found...
and as the sun and the moon swim hazily side by side,
the night's velvet sky fades to a pink glow,
blood splatters the sidewalk,
as the web of moss winds and twists,
like the path of life,
she's won, she's free,
uncontrolled and untamed,
as blood dots the cement...
the struggle is over, and she has won...
she is a sidewalk angel.
Author notes
Written May 20th, 2006
A contest entry
- im baaack!!! by nobodys-girl.
500 points, ended April 8, 2007, 22 entries
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this is amazing...it seriously took my breath away...i love the "she runs but she's found, she's found" amazing! good luck and thankyou so very much for entering!!!
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Thank you.
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This is so sad but beautifully written. You can fell the emotion you put into it. Keep writing and thank-you for entering my contest. *srin*
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Thank you
This did not happen to me, but I've been silenced by a vow to a friend of whom is experiencing a very similar problem. And I pray that she'll make the right choice.
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thats beautifully written. has so much emotion and emotion in poetry is good. people get abused and hide themselves away...they really just need someone to help them. if this happened to you then im sorry. good write, good luck and keep writin
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Thanks, writerofpoetry. I found that those words came out more easily than the rest, they just seemed to type themselves.
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One day it all became too much,
Like a bottle overflowing with water,
Her rage spilled out in a frenzy of escape attempts,
When at last he found her,
And as clocks everywhere chimed midnight,
The China doll broke.
Shattered into millions of pieces,
Shards of it scattered over the cement,
The sidewalk was dotted with her blood.
these are my favorite lines. they flow together so nicely and everything else seems to revolve around these lines. this is a lovely heartfelt poem and i know what you mean about trying to reach people, it is very tough sometimes. awsome write. -
Thanks to all of you for reading, and for your comments
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I, too, strive to reach these kids in school. This story was inspired by a story I once read about a poor little girl, tied in with a current situation my friend has found herself wedged into. She is a rather cynical Christian girl and I am praying for her, because her abuser had no right to do what he did.
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very good
a vivid picture is painted here of things that unfortunately ar eevery day happenings, thank you for hsaring this very raw read with us and keep up the good work
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Such a sad write. Your imagery was amazing as I oculd picture this poor girl in my mind as I was reading. You couldn't have picked a better title. Well done on this. Thanks for sharing.
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beautifully written~! I enjoyed the emotion and how you explained this girls world and used detailed wording that let the reader know how she felt/ what she went through. A bit sad of an ending but I it works well at closing this piece. Good job and keep up the great work~!
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this is sadly truly for some. I like the word choice. The ending wraps up all the loose ends. wonderful job.
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excellently done..you are really talented..keep your pen flowing
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Thank you for this truly deep and revealing insight. Your words are dramatic and descriptive, and clearly demonstrate the talent and potential that you have been blessed with. *
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reveal the sadness that we hide behind each s
beautiful and real and so sad... it broke my heart to read about it.The flow could have been a little better, but overall it was beautiful -
She uses her cynical appearance as a warning sign,
A danger sign,
To keep anyone out
Ah ha. These are the people I try to reach at my school. I'm in bible club and th e whole point it to help fellow students in need. To bad The poem couldn't have talked about how the girl finally found jesus in the end. Sad poem. Poor girl. If your the person in this poem I know someday everything will be alright and God will come into your life and make sense to you. The world is evil, But God is good hon. God Bless
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Thank you.
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That was beautiful.
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WOW THIS WAS A VERY INTENCE WRITE,SAD AS WELL BUT THE TRUTH OF THE MATTER IS THIS KIND OF THING HAPPEN'S EVERYDAY.GREAT WRITE AND GOOD LUCK IN THE CONTEST.
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not exactly understanding but what do i know.PEACE
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No one understand her and she wants to escape from this world. Betrayed is what she feel toward this world. You have write beautiful the fear of one abuse girl. The fear of society. Thank you for the entry and good luck
Wish you the best
Snow
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