Exhaling on the inhale
she fills sandcastles with salt,
waiting on stage directions.
Burning lace as kindling
she tastes like ash coloured red.
Embers die protesting
amidst neon signs of apocalypses
that will not be buried.
Monochromatic teeth
grind bone not quite hollow
but fragile enough
for children to chew.
In a list
A contest entry
- Beautiful Dirty Pretty Poetry by Carpe Noctem.
525 points, ended January 3, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Honesty would be lovely
Comments
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This was kind of creepy and very sad towards the end. I loved your use of words and you conveyed such strong emotion. Thanks for entering, and best of luck!!!
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Lovely
The bit about the ash seems weird to me... But I dunno why
Loving the last stanza
Nice one xoxox
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Where do you think of stuff like this...it's amazing
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"Monochromatic teeth
grind bone not quite hollow
but fragile enough
for children to chew."
God.
You are so amazing.
And it's absolutely obvious because you have SO MUCH amazing poetry.
It's not like..you write an amazing poem every month or something.
You write these breathtaking writes practically EVERY DAY.
And I emphasis the breathtaking because they are just that.
I dunno.
I think you're too amazing for words. <3
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I enjoyed this write love the dark sophistication in your lines wery well done.
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