In the morning, the light will show
What she never wanted you to know.
What she kept inside,
Her beautiful but tortured mind.
The pencil ran dry,
As well as the well in her eyes.
No longer painting that pretty picture
On her face's canvas, a river.
In the mourning, she waited,
Only to be told she was hated.
She tried so hard
Wanted to be your shining star
You never saw the love she had
Because things had gone far too bad
It was always too much
Never the right amount and such
In the morning, they cry,
It is announced she has died.
The town hears, they all remember,
When she last came there in December.
The gun has been found, reporters said
Its seed implanted inside her head.
Details were sprawled for all to see
Everything she ever tried to be
In the mourning now, you must wait
As she has had her date with Fate.
Left behind to tell the sad tale
Read aloud her last farewell.
The tears you shed, she can see them now
As well as everyone else in town.
Such a pity she never knew
This type of emotion existed in You.
Author notes
Sort of a play on words that came to mind when listening to "Taking Over Me" by Evanescence. Can you catch it?
A contest entry
- Deep Dark Thoughts by Abstract Image.
330 points, ended August 11, 2007, 57 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - best everything by sociaL IntollErance.
300 points, ended November 5, 2007, 34 entries
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Comments
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this was fantastic a lovely dark tale
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this poem really made me cry i'm not kidding it was so sad and had great flow, imagery and use of rhyme..good luck.
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kayla... what can I type? this poem was just so good! God, I wish you could have entered it in my contest! It woudl have won first place, and dang it all the other points as well! THIS IS AMAZING! Your best! If this was American Idol, you would be Jordin Sparks and you would have won AI 6! Congrats you just won!
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I really didn't think it was that great when I wrote it, but then I went back and read it and it grew on me. It was one of those that I started writing it, and was okay, but then, by the time I got to the end, I was shaking and crying. I have no idea why, but it was like, there was some emotional drive to it, from within me. I'll try to explain it later.
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