His mind, his soul, his heart and dreams,
are torn apart from every seam.
Every time he hears her tears,
every time he tastes her fears.
Anytime she curses life,
anytime she’s given strife.
Anytime he tells a lie,
and anytime she wants to die.
Every time she’s given shit,
and still manages to give a kiss.
Every time he fights for her,
still ends up with life at worst.
Every time he lives life’s grief,
and his daily smile is only brief.
Anytime he thinks of death,
and swears revenge with every breath.
Every time dreams of her,
and only tragedies can occur.
Every time he reminisces,
he thinks of blood and butterfly kisses.
All of his dreams bring pain to all,
with those memorable pictures, blood, tears and all.
He’s ripped apart to purely pain,
and it makes him think that love’s in vain.
A contest entry
- The Crow by February Moon.
600 points, ended March 13, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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. . . . . i can't find words to compare to this masterpeice!!!
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Truely Felt
Gosh we all go through it and even when it ends we try and find someone else do go through all that again!
A fantastic write!
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I hard to look up the title, wonderful vocabulary! The ideas really switch though, which is getting a bit confuzing. It says he and he and he then she and he and she and he and he and so forth.. so just make a section about her and then one for him,, i think it would be easier to understand that way =]]
~WU
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This is great. I sometimes don't like repetition in poetry, but I feel that it makes this poem stronger. Thank you for writing this, best of luck in my contest.
Chelsea
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