Dissaray.
Shards of speckled ivory,
cracked.
There were days
when I could hold you,
smooth as polished stone against my palms.
I could feel your pulse, your life, in my hands.
We were both so fucking small.
(it's way too black in here and the dampness of the walls will never comfort)
There were days
when you sounded hollow
and I would cry like a dog,
alone.
I could feel you and you were cold, crushed ice sifting through my fingertips.
We were melting.
But, our new-found shattered glass appeal has me thinking:
we've cracked.
The only way we're getting out of here is alive
(and probably half-baked).
A contest entry
- Infinite, 10,000 points. by InfiniteCaitlin.
12000 points, ended July 2, 2007, 27 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I LOVE THIS. You scream of poetic brilliance. Damn. This shit is hot and you are the fucking shattered sunshine we all dream to be, but can never halfway get to.
You're lovely. I absolutely love the line...
There were days
When you sounded hollow
And I cried like a dog,
Alone
Fucking brilliance spilled out in smoke and day old pizza. Awesome.
Less than three you into hell.
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LOOOOOVVVVEE IT
INFITE INFITNIE
DAYUMMM
LOVE LOVE LOVE IT...
yesss
thank you so much -
Wow...I'm speechless. I'm not sure I totally understand this...but i completely love it!! You have massaged my brain with this one...I may not be on the same wavelength, but I think I'm in the same pool. Brilliant Write!!!
Wyatt xxx
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hmmmm. this was pretty incredible in itself, some of the best stuff you've written in a while i think, and hopefully it helped you vent a little bit about whatevers bothering you. this was great, and id comment more, but it seems like im not very wordly tonight.
~james
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