itching to fly,
clawing at invisible wings.
anchored to Earth,
I weigh a thousand tons.
what was once photographic memory
slowly fades to dull paint,
then disappears altogether;
an empty canvas
that stirs butterflies within my very core,
a whiteness that calms, yet itches.
what would it take
for dreams to manifest
into bittersweet revelations on my tongue.
lips upturned,
revealing pearls that hold the secrets of the universe.
eyes that sparkle with the knowledge
of something greater than myself.
I look to you for answers,
and in return you fill me
with this insatiable itch.
A contest entry
- No Pretense by JustBe.
1107 points, ended October 13, 2007, 21 entries
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my very core
I think it is because I have read this phrase so many times in so many poems, it really bothers me. I think the line would be better without it.
I've been feeling that itch myself for a long time... sigh...
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Insatiable itch O.o, somehow thats not what i imagined the ending to be . Of course the larger part of the poem expressed, an artist painting something elegant...in reverse, like that movie whose name i forget. But before I inundate you with my pointless commentary, you have presented to me something unexpected yet delightful...
Something majestic
Bravo
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Yes you know, haven't you ever just been.. itching.. clawing at your skin, longing for something more... But you just can't quite reach it? That's what I mean by itch.
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PLEASE do not remove your entry. I do plan to give you quality commentary, and I am sorry it has taken me this long. to even say this much. This is easily the hardest contest I have judged, if you did not win, then that means only just slightly more than nothing, as far as this judge is concerned.
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Wow, this is really amazing. Um I dunno what else to say so I'll just say good luck in the contest lol
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