She clutches her arms
Enveloping the boy’s voice like orange juice,
She fell for his words all the way to bedroom
Leaving clothes behind in patterns along the floor
Drop to your knees
& don’t worry about the bruises, they’ll heal
[Eventually]
[He’s screaming for you
It sounds just like the melody from the breakdown of your brain
The lightning, it strikes, and falls against pale skin
& Traces of ashes from his cigarette lie in yesterday’s coffee
While the music vibrates inside a teenaged skull
Pulsating inside the crooked veins aligning frightened body parts]
Oh what a night this turned out to be
[she thinks]
But it was all too late as the evidence hit the walls
& her perfect world collapsed in front of her eyes
[no more happily ever after]
The words fell out of her brain like last night’s blood
Scribbles of oxygen painted the ground as the tidal wave hit
She fell to the bedside as the screaming stopped
Only faint memories flash in rickety slideshow view
[a life left behind as a new world emerges]
Painted up like a plastic doll
She puts on the cherry lipstick to hide the blood
& a dash of eye shadow above her emotionless eyes
[maybe it will make her look more alive]
Smudging eyeliner darker to hide the girl inside
[maybe no one will notice she’s living a lie]
Author notes
So, I've listened to a lot of Mayday parade & Sex Pistols. Their music combined has got me in the poetic mood.
Option: Pain, depression
A contest entry
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I liked this aswell. The images you chose to refrence to were essential and gave the vibe of how it felt to be there. Isn't funny how your surroundings change in a sense, depending on how you feel about yourself. You're good.
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Maybe no one will notice she's living a lie.
Great ending line!
I liked the emotion showed in this.
I've been there hon.
Hope it's better for you now of course. (:
Thank you for entering!
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aw, thanks yaaaa.
& most definitely, yes.
i haven't been in that slum for about 5-6 months now! yay!
but randomly, i got the inspiration to write it from listening to a lot of mayday parade. lol. =D
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This is a great write and love the metaphors. A lot of pain and sorrow within this piece which you have captured very well. And the Sex Pistols as your muse? Rest In Peace Johny Rotten !
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I loved the last line the best. It was the perfect way to end this poem. Excellent job, just excellent. Thank you for entering and good luck.
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