suspended too long
on strings of doubt,
a thousand stars melt
like watercolours pouring
from Aquarius’ hands;
each becomes a shimmer
of beauty’s desperation,
shooting past withered horizons,
sprawled on grass
like broken branches;
faint and frail.
Author notes
This is my take on anorexia and suicide, but what would I know about that, really.
username: DancingRed.
In a list
A contest entry
- Whatever you want to enter... by sweetpearl.
2400 points, ended February 17, 2007, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - dark poems, cutting poems by nyc-chica420.
525 points, ended March 17, 2008, 51 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critical comments are most welcome.
Comments
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i like it but i dont really kno where ur comin from.... have u ever been anorexic or suicidal? jw b/c i cant really tell from ur poem
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Man. This is just.. again... wow. I love you. The aquarius reference made my love of this final.
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"a thousand stars melt
like watercolours pouring
from Aquarius’ hands;
each becomes a shimmer
of beauty’s desperation"
--I really love these few lines ... really pretty and glittery (glitter without the glam whores, yay, finally ) lovely. I think your writing is different and I like how you don't venture off elsewhere ... it's well structured and put together. I admire that.
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Endless thank yous for an inspiring contest and yet another beautiful comment.
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