There are no surprises when
My eyes slid down at late hours…
Ominous faces are always waiting
For my hurried heart beat…
Faster and faster…
At twilight I find my haunting
Demons…always there with large
Hallow eyes and shinny beady centers…
Myself:
Never surprised…always afraid…
To You:
Search to find me crying at dark figures
That seek me, and tell me to await the next
Attack…the next call for dirt-black-news…
Face me, search my sleeping worlds…
I’m never surprised to find a sharp edge
In my journeys…
That’s the way night always speak to me…
(Quote)
15 ♦ "All the bad dreams. This was exactly where I belonged. For once I didn't feel out of place. Even with my mother, I was always holding my breath, waiting for something to happen, for her not to come home, for some disaster."
A contest entry
- White Oleander [[quotes]] by Viva La Vie Boheme.
600 points, ended April 16, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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Very descriptive first stanza! It drew me in immediately. I like the freeverse effect. Good poem, thanks for entering!
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wonderful descriptions here making the reader pause and consider meanings and ideas, so this is a thoughtful streaming style tinged with some mystery...very appealing style, creativity...PK
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i like your use of imagery in this. basically, giving night a physical character. great stuff. keep it up!
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