She was a drugged out,
vapid whore
- a child born of
unlucky circumstance.
She used the only thing
that could get her success.
She was a normal, boring...
something less to be desired
She danced with the color,
and flirted with disaster.
She popped pills and made
love to the canvas,
each brush stroke of her insanity
led her closer to heaven.
She filled the syringe with purple
and yellow
and injected it into her vein.
(She's destined for fame and fortune)
her life swirling out of control.
She was a vapid drugged out whore,
who painted the world with purple and black
and made it beautiful.
Author notes
sigh. I hope this is good. Or good enough...or something.
In a list
Hmmmm....interesting.
Comments
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Wow, I don't know what to say but I'm impressed. I really like it, especially those last three lines. Nice work!
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it is good, I love it. i'm not sure what it is, the words just hit me. Thank you.
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God I love your writing. It always makes me think (which as you know is hard to do). another great write hun.
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Per your author's note--this is better than good. It is excellently done. It has such strong emotion; vivid, grasping descriptions, and wonderful imagery. This is not my normal style of poetry, but I have to say, I was truly drawn in by it. Amazing stuff! Thanks so much for your entry.
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Well thank you very much! I just saw that it's a bit short, but my brain is on overload! I'm really glad you like it! My muse has seemed to taken a permantent vacation!! I'm glad you enjoyed it thank you for the contest!
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Powerfully amazing imagery. I also enjoyed the great flow and meaning that you easily conveyed within the lines here. Thank you for sharing and best of luck in the contest.
♥ Touchof1der
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