Tall and towering above most
With all the confidence that could be given
Beautifully structured, intricate designs
Laced with silver trim, shining beauty
This is me. I am my own home.
Extravagantly painted multiple wild colors
Strong base, walls so thick
Crumbling on the inside
Walls dropping like rainfall
This is me. I am my own home.
Pipes and lines broken on every floor
A slip of decision and I'll bust
Implosion to the fullest level
The people inside screaming for their lives.
This is me. I am my own home.
Inside I'm weak, Outside I'm strong.
Come on in, do your best with repair.
Beware, I'm unstable. I crumble in despair.
A contest entry
- Yourself (or the love of your life) as a facade of a building by chills.
450 points, ended March 18, 2008, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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"Walls dropping like rainfall" excellent line. All together a joy to read. Best of luck to you . ~Bret~
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Perfect facade
Utterly perfect and exactly what I had hoped for an entry. Might as well close this now!. x Thank you x ps I'd be semi-detached with you any day!! x -
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thanks a TON!!! i tried lol. i guess that's only the best someone CAN do!
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