Reborn from the phoenix ashes,
she breathes in Devil-scented waves
and wraps them around -
around her little finger, perfectly -
like a wedding ring.
She knows no path of the summer
and only feels the arms
of the night, cradling her,
gently cradling Ares' creation.
Born under the wing of destruction
she bears the mark of June -
of a tainted sin committed -
and fifty sins before,
rehearsed.
And as the clock chimes...
(six by six by six)
her soul rests at home.
Pandora's replicate, and she weeps;
designated to her duty;
she's crying a river, fighting
the fate, and the tears
fighting the world's breath.
'we were never meant to survive...'
Carving numbers onto foreheads,
she scars the flesh of the living,
always reminding herself:
she is the only one.
And with that sole remembrance
she fights urges to replace
the will of what
lies
beneath.
'It will end my hatred;
the next clock strike of defiance,'
she mutters, entwining her words
with the dawn break.
But there's no end -
Not for this Snow White fairytale -
No way to bleach herself
as her scarlet fingernails
claw at the doorways
of Heaven.
'Escape is for the weak,'
her words twisting through
the air - like ice -
'but what choice do we have?'
And as the clock chimes...
(six by six by six)
her body rests at home.
Author notes
Uhhh. Well, it looks better with italics and stuff, but as usual, I don't have that privilege...
So yeah. Pretty weird write. I might enter it into some writing thing, but I don't know, eh.
Written September 1st, 2006
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You have to use one space at a time, I think. I tried tabbing but it didn't work. Thank you for your words <3
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Though I found the detailed metaphors in this a fair bit harder to understand than most of your stuff, I have to say I really like the overall dark feeling behind it.
I'll have to come back for a better read and a more detailed comment when I have the chance, but I couldn't pass up a chance to tell you how talented you are.
Love it, as always.
Mada -
I love it because it is somewhat like a rant, yet at the same time, those of us who just think these numbers are just that, always enjoy they playfullness of it all!!
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This is what i can only describe as chilling, but good chilling, especially since i am pretty sure that is what you were going for. I agree enter it in a contest. the imagery is amazing.
Thanks so much
On a technical note how did you get your poem to indent, I entered one of my poems in indented and it came out straight, justified and such.
Thanks for th epoem and thanks in advance for any input you can provide
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Oddly compelling piece. I enjoyed it thoroughly. I have a niece who was born 6-6-76 and she gets ribbed for that, Anyway I hope you enter it into a contest. FaeryPixieFey.
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This is a very strange piece, and, although I honestly have no idea where you took me, oddly enough I have to say that I really enjoyed the ride. I just don't know where in the hell I am now. Albuquerque? - oce
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wow.. that was an awesome write. lol, i totally sympathise with the italics, it fits better sometimes!!! but still, it's really well done. thanks so much for sharing it!!!
NSH -
Interesting use of space you have shown here with the indentation of the lines and then going back to left alighnment.
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this was an amazing poem!
"Reborn from the phoenix ashes,
she breathes in Devil-scented waves
and wraps them around -
around her little finger, perfectly -
like a wedding ring.
She knows no path of the summer
and only feels the arms
of the night, cradling her,
gently cradling Ares' creation.
Born under the wing of destruction
she bears the mark of June -
of a tainted sin committed -
and fifty sins before,
rehearsed."
so much imagry!
i loved the number usage!
thanks for sharing this!
take care =]
♥ lynn -
interesting piece. Thanks for sharing. Not really weird ..ok a little weird. but it was well written and desrciptive. enjoyed the piece.
Vsutton
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