The humble heart prevails against the tide
that washes pride, diminished and obscure;
an epitaph which marks the passing of our joys,
burns hot into rough fingers coated in iniquity.
You serenade me with your reckless youthful cries,
Ignorant of the wraith beside you, swallowing your voice.
Can you imagine the width of the galaxy stretching between us?
It crumbles slowly, like time, a tear glistening on my cheek.
I sit by the chimney, warm with your cinder lies,
trying to rub nostalgia off my face;
yet your illusion prevails upon my memories
like the tide, a denser force undermining the lightness of my heart.
Sublime in your cage, you incline like starlight
Upon a falcon's brow, claws ripping into aquamarine.
Lucid, your gaze, upon the shadow of a flower;
In its toxicity I bask, Apollo's lover forlorn.
I bathe in the inferno of your soul,
Let me decompose by the fires of your joyless cries;
Let this toxic mist wrap our lives in fruitless innuendo,
No alabaster shades to haunt us.
The musk you wore yesterday is now just a secret
sigh confessed to one lonely grave.
Author notes
I think I used all the words in the wordbank. It came out a bit depressing. I write like that in the mornings. *shrug*
A contest entry
- Use the words!!!!! by OurxBeginning.
300 points, ended December 2, 2006, 23 entries
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Absolutely beautiful, Abernaith, as always. I've missed reading your writes. But I think I'll be around more often now, so I look forward to perusing your newest achievements.
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This is really sad and dep. Full of imagery and emotion. I liked the depth of this and the imagery that you brought to the write made me feel like I was there. Nice use of the words. Thank you for entering and good luck.
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Fruitless,
But not in the sense one might mean. You have a veritas that any poet would split infinities for, but it has gotten usurped. In this case, it came from using the words of another. Many of the youngers would call this a challenge. I call it a conquest of creative thought. Nevertheless, you are still just as beautiful, and just as hard to take.
EH.
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I love it when you comment intelligently. Not many people do that for me here. You are right that this is a fruitless enterprise, nothing but a word exercise. My writing mentor, a renowned poet, saw through it the first time I showed him my poetry.
I hope that I have not written something indigestible, however. I tend to go with instinct and emotion (a mysterious factor in my writing I will never be able to explain, or compare with others). And, as you may have noticed, word plays amuse me. Thank you for your beautiful compliment.
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