Plum coloured eyes
blink back a sea of blackberry wine.
And as droplets of mauve chardonnay
sweat down your painted cheeks,
you tangle yourself in the thin layer of rainbow-coated
sweetness you left in your change purse.
Chamomile tea sits perched on your nightstand,
carefully collecting a threadlike coating of your empty memories.
The blackouts and the spots where you remember way too much.
Where you sat on the floor
polluted with cables and propagated with magazine faces.
They taunted you through their glazed eyes and
fruit flavoured lips.
It was the attack of panic that laundered your veins, and choked you with
the perfect necklace that could only be bought blended with other material items,
that caused you to run out of batteries.
Like a childish toy, you turned off.
You turned off the hope to fly, to release the
remnants of last year’s comforting amount of burned bleached pages.
And on those pages you wrote the poem of lies and heartaches.
Your wounded spirits can’t be breached this time; you’re too far down the drain.
Author notes
I used word bank number 5.
A contest entry
- To Live and Breathe and Never Die Again by pointlessdayz.
525 points, ended April 30, 2007, 19 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
starry nights breach your wounded spirits:
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hey throwing the rock !
your poem rocks! from ur cousin ashley
love u and my family says hi! mar, randy, bart in heaven mia and josh love u hugs
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hey Ashley. how's it going?
i miss you all <3
when's the next time we're getting together?
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this is pretty sweeeeeet. i like the "chamomile tea sits perched on your nightstand." this poem makes me feel like you are bursting of ideas haha. oh and i enjoyed the plum background :.
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I loved this one. It has a dirty pretty feel to it, but somehow, it's not at the same time. Simply put, this was awesome! Thanks for entering my contest,
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Brilliant, I loved this, I love the imagery and language, just brilliant, well done.
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"It was the attack of panic that laundered your veins, and choked you with
the perfect necklace that could only be bought blended with other material items,
that caused you to run out of batteries.
Like a childish toy, you turned off."
wow dear..wow..you have displayed the most remarkable play on words I have seen in a while.oh my god..you gave old words new meanings and old feelings new twists.
this is incredible..description after description.pounding and provoking such powerful thoughts.and the imagery...oh the imagery..flawless..wow...this poem my friend..is one of a kind...this should take gold and beyond..maybe even go quadruple platinum..hehe..but yea...incredible write my dear friend..incredible
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this is amazing.
"Like a childish toy, you turned off.
You turned off the hope to fly, to release the
remnants of last year’s comforting amount of burned bleached pages.
And on those pages you wrote the poem of lies and heartaches."
brilliant.
<3
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