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Diamonds Into Dust

Dripping in crystals
Silver and Gold,
I allow myself to be weighted by these treasures.

Chains and shackles, made of love,
Made of grace,
Beautiful and deadly.

The pendant I once tipped onto my palm
From the folds of an envelope.
With shaking hands I examined it's sterling elegance,
It's Snakelike shape,
And fastened it around my neck.
Just One more burden I was happy to bear.

Two bands,
One black-as-night,
The other bright as day,
Circling my fingers,
making my hands heavy,
Leaden,
Binding me to unrequited love.

Constant reminders now,
That I was less than the best.
No More than a shameful wretch,
A wreck of my former self,
Just as Pathetic as they once said.

And now I see it all fall away,
Silver into ashes
Diamonds into dust.

No lover wears them now,
No lover's gifts are they.

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  • Elaina Darkwind
    February 11, 2007

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    This is sort of how I felt about the idea of pack necklaces or tattoos, and I've always thought this when I saw you wear the same necklaces day in and day out... jewelry makes wonderful mementos, but it works just as well worn as it does in a box or on a shelf, and wearing every relationship you have in metal makes it feel like chains...


  • Random Lily
    February 11, 2007

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    basically what needed to be said has been said already. *feels beaten* i'll just say that i really like the phrases 'silver into ashes' and 'diamonds into dust' i <3 this poem a lot. i must go bookmark it!!


  • Lord Darius Avalion
    February 11, 2007

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    I like this poem...
    It feels a bit darker than you usually write though love...

    But in anycase its a great poem.
    Even though I must wonder who is responsible for its inspiring...

  • NoMoreUpdates
    February 10, 2007
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    Blargh, I hate you and the way you can make extended metaphors work...


  • windspirit
    February 10, 2007

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    i love the symbolism you use in this poem-jewelry as shackles. i connected them to the word 'unrequited', as if those gifts do not mean love, or rather, acted as a substitute. is that what you meant? also, that was a brilliant ending-with those last two cynical lines. i have such a hard time ending poems, but you do it perfectly. an awesome poem-it just got better and better as i read it.


    • infinite spirit
      February 10, 2007
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      yes, that is basically what i meant...and as for the ending, well thank you and im glad you liked it. i usually have a lot of trouble with endings, but every so often a good one just sort of happens. ^_^

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