Trapped beyond the veil,
screaming for air and life.
Hands burning imprints
upon this pure white "mask".
Caught up in my own turmoil.
Separated from the world
by a curtain of emotion.
Stark white pain
stained black upon my touch.
Shadowed in shades of gray;
the only colors I convey now.
Jet black sorrow
and searing white pain.
No rose-red blood
or piercing red eyes.
I try to live
and don't succeed.
I am separated by this veil,
angel-wing white
stained demonic black.
Transparent in the light.
I can see life move on.
I am unable to pass back.
Captured behind this... this
jet-black-stark-white-shades-of-gray
veil of lost emotions.
Author notes
Well... Pic inspired. So click the linky.
http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p214/krypteria/AP/_Nightmare_by_eliXile.jpg
Hope you enjoyed this one. I liked writing it. ^.^
Night-Owl
A contest entry
- ~Dead is the New Alive~ OPTIONS CONTEST by Figg.
450 points, ended March 19, 2008, 30 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comment honestly please. But don't be rude. CONSTRUCTIVE CRISTISM is welcome. But don't bash me; I work hard.
Comments
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"Stark white pain
stained black upon my touch.
Shadowed in shades of gray;
the only colors I convey now."
You = MAJORLY talented.
This poem = WOW.
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Yay! Thanks Jojo.
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I love your take on the picture, very dark and stirs up quite a few emotions. I don't know why, but it reminds me of Sirius Black. I think it might be the stuck behind the veil... and upon thinking of that, and re-reading the poem, I find a lot of heartbreak stirring up, for a soul to be trapped there. Great write!
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