My friend, I am glad you weren't here the last few months.
I am glad you were abroad, not around to see me fall.
You look surprised at the sight of me.
A long dead friend, a new apparition.
Desecrated grave, I have returned.
I want to tell you, where I ventured.
Listen, my pain.
Listen, my story.
My glowing wings, your disbelief.
Your thoughts of me, so weak?
My pain grow as I see you.
You are scared, scared of me...
You were my gold, my taste of sweetness.
You watch me now, my pale princess.
I tell you of the path, the path I chose.
Those last few months, when you were abroad.
Listen, my pain.
Listen, my story.
Selling the substance, illegal action.
The others saw, the betrayal I made.
In the dusk, the forming of a battle.
My only choice, to kill or be killed.
So weak, I cut his life-cord.
His blood showered my face as colored rain.
My pale princess, do not be afraid.
I would never hurt you, just listen and stay.
The strange path I wondered from my first kill.
To the left, another nightly thrill.
A girl of the night, her beauty did shine.
She followed me, kept me warm inside.
The next morning, in a doze I awoke.
Her cold body, lying in my bed.
Listen, my pain.
Listen, my story.
I did not remember the night before.
So weak, I decided to end it.
My window, so high.
The street, so soft.
My frail body was crushed, but I survived.
The doctors called it a miracle, my 'accidental' fall.
Lovely roses on my skin, dark and red, just like sin.
Scorched and scarred, I begged forgiveness from above.
As you see, I was granted my forgiveness.
Glowing wings with a halo above.
My fingers touch your skin.
You freeze, but allows me.
I can see that you long for me, my earthly body.
Mammon's curse is laid upon me, as I realize the mutual attraction.
My wings wither, my halo fades.
Your face is filled with tears, my dying fear.
I tell you not to worry, that we will meet again.
But you realize we shan't, as I sink to the ground.
Ashes, mud and dust is all that remains.
You keep it in a jar, just to keep the memories sane.
My last words, keep you from insanity.
My last words, chosen in haste.
Listen, no more pain.
Listen, my story ends.
Author notes
comment if you'd like =)
For the contest I entered:
"I rawk the box of notes"
And it's option 6 =)
A contest entry
- If dying were so easy, why dont you try by ObliviousReality.
600 points, ended May 13, 2007, 17 entries
Honorable mention
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I accidently clicked onto this and now am compelled to tell you what I think. Did you get your poetry grounding in writing police reports? What a drab piece!
Listen, no more pain.
Listen, my story ends.
Got that part right. Let your writing flow more and leave a little room for your reader to imagine. It is such a pretentious style that it makes it almost impossible to read. You need also to take your reader emotional through the piece without spelling out how they should be feeling- they can do that themselves.
David -
wow!! this is an excellent write!! thank you for entering...good luck! take care, Sam (Dreams27) xxx
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Very well done! A fantastic entry into this contest that just reaches out and touches the heart
Thank you for sharing and for being a part of the contest...wow -
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this poem speaks multitutes Drac great write wow...
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Whoa...That's like...I mean I'm...Wow! Speechless! That left me breath taken, and in shock! It's one of the best I've read today! And believe me...I've read a lot...But this is just excellent! Your definately a finalist. The imagery and the pain just...wow...Thank you so much for entering, and good luck in the contest!
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wow.... just... wow. I'm speechless. Wonderful flow! And superb imagery! Very... just... I'm still speechless!
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wow.. i love the flow of this. the murderer seems so calm as he tells his story. also, great job putting that awesome story into poetic form. i could never do that. not well, anyway. great job Mads! i loved this!!
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