Ecstasy found oh-so-blinding, empty truth, not worth finding,
Eerie transparent catacomb, befalling such criticism of me,
Enticing bothersome apprehensions, gorgeous, ephemeral.
If you were a mermaid you said, if you were a mermaid I was the sea.
Breath held else by no one, human choke on respiration of the sea.
If you could, you would erase me.
Plunged beneath ocean wave glaring whilst her body writhe, skin salt scarred pale and lithe.
Stabbed at beauty, endangered gossamer beyond repair, and imagined singed wings,
Sweet and sad, like Amtrak, ghosts, rain and leaves in the wind.
“This is all part of it, I wish it wasn’t. I wish I could make it not.” She might sing.
Destroy her carefully built sandcastles, guide her closer, no longer would she sing.
If I could, I would erase this strangled thing.
Conscience fought chilling fears, under hazy sky screaming drownings.
Poison-flower red eyes, androgynous beauty hiding deceit burn through bush, through briar.
Defeat exploded behind her salt-covered eyes.
Purple blossoms seeming impossibly real, a look that could breathe fire.
Intoxicating blends of striking dispositions, would never relieve her fire.
If I could, I would erase lethal brier.
Pearls melted over her bones, muffling sea tortured moans,
Her skin blanched white, her eyes cracked green glass,
Tears fell, oleander rustled, prickly and poisonous.
Salt shed cascading angels at last.
As her breast rose and fell, holding till the last.
If I could, I would erase with billowed mast.
Ransom notes fell from mouths, from virgin lips to virgin ears,
Screams pierced the air, offering so much malice,
Striking parakeetless skies.
And free-falling and missing, leaving me careless.
Buried beneath a cracked shell of a girl who used to be so careless.
If I could, I would erase this deadly sea palace.
She fought as breath was torn from her grasp, victim slipped and elapsed,
Ebony sky gave way to vicious pearly dawn,
Inspiration and precision strangled reconsidering glances.
Angry foam tore at this shattered fragment of imagination, and life was hell gone.
Desperate shuttered last breath and hers was gone.
If I could, I would erase this deceased sea spawn.
Author notes
Same format and rhyme scheme as "The Raven" -- Edgar Allen Poe.
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semi-tears....
all i can do is envy you.
your simply amazing.. i cant write a comment like any of these other poets commenting on here.
but i can say i am inspried buy your "manipulating language"
if i could,
i would be honored to read this to a local poetry group that i belong to.
i would give all credit to you of course.
and give the people there a link to your site.
you are Amazing.
and.. wow.
im speechless. though im not speaking anyways.
my fingers just dont know what keys to press to express how great this poem is.
i also rely on writing/music as my only way of life.
im looking forward to hearing(reading) back from you.
i am INSPIRED.
i think ill write a poem....
right now.
right here.
maybe. il stop if it gets seeming to be forced. because i am against that. and if the cliches start attacking ill have to fall back from battle.
Once a Pawn, (a time)
once a pawn,
a clocks needles un done,
a song un-sung
so the peices will fit.
Just bend the puzzle.
Just wait till spring turns to winter.
your taxi can wait.
[&there can be a reason to live.]
orange bottled, bitter skittles.
eat them, be happy.
plug your nose, swallow.
thats how the story goes.
Once A Pawn, (a time)
Once a pawn,
a clockwork gone blue
a felling of ___________
and we'll build the king a grave
now that we've tasted the bitter taste.
Once a pawn a time.
once a pawn a ti(me)
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i apologize for an grammer or spelling mistakes...
its 11:00...
ummm
thanks for the inspirations.
NEVER EVER, stop writing.
-Tom Blank-
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A moody and transcendent journey... the only words my near speechless mouth can find to describe such a masterpeice.
~Allister
P.S. You'll always be Skye Ze to me!
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oh wow. quite the manipulation of language. it's simply splendid.
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Ah.. It was a feeble attempt to get writing again. I pulled quite a few things from previous pieces, but I'm thrilled you liked it all the same.
Skye
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My inner fifteen year old self is screaming with envy & insecurity. *twitch*
You are refreshing & breath-taking and just marry me.
xox.
(am very intimidated by this site and its workings, but I'm trying to meander my way through everything until I'm familiar with, y'know, what to do. anyway, I've added you as a 'favorite'--whatever that means.)
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Set the date my dear, and we shall be wed. Although, I feel it's my duty to inform you I lead a rather disreputable life as a pirate. As long as you don't mind, my heart is yours!
I really haven't written anything in a while, which makes me sad, because it's certainly my lifeline. It's such a terrible thing to stop doing the only thing you can do. Otherwise my talents amount to about.. oh.. Zip.
Either way, you will do wonderfully on here, I see greatness in your future! Thank you for the add, I dub thee a favourite as well. My best to you,
Skye
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