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bloody soil

charred pink skin
choking the sides of my wound
reopening an unused diary of memoirs

he found me collecting my thoughts
eyes not focusing on anything
it caused fear
panic

a cocktail of adrenaline
that unleashed a cussing of demons

you backed away
a scared girl, a kitten left outside
pale against the elongating shadows
of the moon

it was harvest
sweet scents were prevalent then
yet in this room there was the earthen stench
of soil

bloody soil

my brother brought to me a plant
specifically, one large and jagged tree

he told me he cared
he told me he loved his family
but it was the cross
    it was the cross

i levatated to the window
and broke it

showering pieces of drizzle
formed a rosary bead
and then another




but i knew this trick

his heart was a shackle that held me
for far too long

and as he approached, i took his gift
ripping out the innards until there was nothing
but bulb

his eyes glazed over
as he watched me place it in my
wound

folding over the scars
as jaunty verses from scripture
that collectively

would be what someday
freed me





but not
til pentecost

til the dead lillies rise
from my flesh and ashes














til abel ceases to be
my reflection

Author notes

1. Name: road to water/ Jay
2. Age: nearly 19
3. Amount of Poetic Experience: more than five years
4. Typical/Strongest Style: free verse
5. Unusual/Weakest Style: form
6. Favorite Type of Inspiration: random graphic photography that makes me want to indulge in poetry that complements
7. Amount of Multiround Experience: hosted the inital multirounds, won one or two others, etc.
8. Some Accomplishments: member of the site since 2003, and apparently have a strange following wanting me to enter this
9. One Fact I Don’t Know About You: in my room, i have my little ponies and care bears.
10. Additional Comments You’d Like Me To Read: you know me well enough.

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Comments

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  • blackday
    March 25, 2008

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    I would agree with Audri's comment & that it did seem to linger a bit, but at the same time, you couldn't cut anything either. It's a bit of a paradox to be honest.

    My only worry... is that my contest is going to suck hardcore now that I have the pressure of you actually entering it.

    Oh well. I'll just accept you anyways. You knew you were in anyways.


    • birch
      March 25, 2008
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      thanks, and yes i agree it lingered too much. i look forward to the interesting weeks to come.

  • neel pakhi
    March 25, 2008
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    yurse!!!!!


  • girl shaman
    February 13, 2008

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    oh wow how did i miss this one?
    its a bit old and i feel awful for not reading this sooner.. you earned your gold well J
    the beginning i think was my favorite; it was lingering a bit but i still found it to be interesting and fitting to the prompt. congrats


  • doyouloveit
    February 4, 2008

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    i hope you win gold as you so well deserve there is something sad about this piece and though it may sound silly i can't really figure out why but it triggers something in my mind and it stings but the picture you had to use you did it justice no doubt wonderful dear

    • birch
      February 4, 2008
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      thank you! i shall soon find out if i won.


  • hilly
    January 30, 2008

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    and as he approached, i took his gift
    ripping out the innards until there was nothing
    but bulb

    those six stanzas (from "but i knew this trick" to "freed me") are so incredibly beautiful. i love this poem. thank you so much for entering justin.

    • birch
      January 30, 2008
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      Thank you very much and at you knowing it's me.


  • zochit2me gold member
    January 26, 2008

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    You really are brilliant!

    Nothing more needs to be said. This poem speaks volumes of family and the brotherly dysfunction of family love.

    Becky

  • vertigo beat
    January 26, 2008
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    -that stanza on the girl was my favorite.

    you used religion wonderfully in here.

  • Yvette Champ gold member
    January 25, 2008

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    The poem reminds the reader that brothers have found diferences between them since time began and that the cross was used to crucify Jesus himself,whilst a man,and it's still used to crucify men, loved the style,the pace,the inlusion of incidental rhyme within the freeverse and the intensity,it's all here,like the playground chant kids say, blood is in the bible blood in the book if you don't believe me then take a bloody look,omg sorry am rambling,Bravo.


  • Eyes Wide Shut gold member
    January 25, 2008
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    this is beautiful =o)
    great job.
    ♥Eyes

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