Ivy is poison that seeks into your body looking to take control.
It soaks into your blood turning it from red to black.
You begin to feel faint as it takes your mind captive.
And as you fall hands catch you and teeth sink into your neck.
You feel the Ivy gently seep out of your body leaving you lost in thought but good as new.
Then when you regain balence, those strong hands release.
The body on which they belong to falls.
You stand.
At your feet lays the body of the man you never loved
but who loved you...............
Author notes
A contest entry
- Give me your best prewrites- ROUNDS!!! by seasonsoflove.
525 points, ended December 18, 2007, 44 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Anything goes.. by IamRemy.
625 points, ended December 16, 2007, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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WOW that was good. Why did you write this. What made you do this. What was your inspiration?
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wow... this is really good... great job and the best of luck in this contest!
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Balence=Balance. This is such a good poem. I like it a lot. I love the ending. It is so good. This is so different. Were you writing this about yourself. You did such a good job. This is so descriptive and the imagery is just WOW. Greatly awesome job
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bad ivy
Ivy is bad! (runs from Ivy!!) but this is a great poem... to bad Ivy is so mean... because it looks nice then BOOM IT KILLS!! ( being very dermatic) -
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yea ivy is B.A.D. with a capitol a. oh cute picture!!!
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