I'm tearing out each life line
I'm drowning down each drip
I'm tossing back each lifesaver
I thought
Held me adrift
I'll kick at palm-warmed emeralds
I'll kick, to sink or swim
I'm quick to slink below the waves
And, see all
That's hidden
The water kept me starkly numb
The water had been bobbing
With fingers, blue, clinging to you;
With dead
And foreign bodies
I've made it through to morning
Though, I bottled every message
That I submerged in alcohol
To softly ease
Their passage
But, now the sun bleeds flame
And, spills a flicker on each word
So, now I lift the weapon
And, I free it
Like a bird
Your ship is in the bottle, now
The wind foresakes your sails
It's burning to the ocean floor
Where it will grow
More scales
A contest entry
- oogaboogashoogalooga...this is serious by Starlette.
525 points, ended December 7, 2007, 150 entries
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Comments
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This is beautiful. Every word, every stanza floored me.
I can't believe I'm the first to comment. Perfect! Bravo! 10 out of 10.
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