Rip out my hair,
Strand by strand.
And It’s essence shares the texture
And gossamer patterns
Like those of cobwebs,
Feeling ever so brackish
To my ebony fingernails.
These pallid fingers
Scratch at scars and imperfections,
Beneath the fine, glossy surface
As it shimmers in the moonlight.
Each beauty you see,
Is just another flaw
In my eyes.
Empty ocular orbs portraying betrayal,
Void of their once bright,
Shining sun.
Where stars twinkled chimerically,
And energy was once relinquished,
These lifeless, dull entities,
Remain in dusty sockets.
Author notes
New style for the new year. =] Happy new year to the Pagans out there. =]
Written November 2nd, 2006
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i like.
it does sound kinda like you ate a dictionary before writing it....... its cool though. i like the last 2 lines best.
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i see a good amount of energy and i like the way it was wrote you used words not use every day so thats a plus i love it -
Good...
I don't know if you remeber me, but you posted a few comments on my poems a few years ago.... This one was realy weel written... it reminds me of my own style... Very nice....
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