Time peels in petals.
Why are you here?
Lives forgotten in pools.
Why do you choose to drown?
Bone dust lies at your feet.
Ashes to fire.
We're not the same level.
I'm not the giant.
Crumble in pieces,
pile in powder.
Why are you here?
We don't have a sense of humor.
Now don't pretend.
Ashes to ashes,
but we're not friends.
Scared to death,
is more than just an expression.
You are bone dust.
You are dead.
Author notes
This one is hard to understand...even for me.
A contest entry
- Dark Poetry Contest by Romily.
365 points, ended January 25, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Wonderful...
Outstanding impressionistic visuals... "Bone Dust" developed this surreal-realistic picture to clear image. A poetic magnificent flower diffusing scent of creativity.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
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I like this. The thoughts are all short yet intertwined, and the expression is unique and thoughtful.
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well the best poems are the ones that don't make sens
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I like the opening line, cool wording. A lovely dark piece overall, good luck in the contest with it
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very good
i love the expression"you are dead" when i read that the poem became more powerful it still lingers in my head
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hmmm...Amazing. "You are bone dust.
You are dead." I loved this expression.
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