my bones are breaking,
and the light is leaking
from this room
through the cracks in the clocks,
and the moon.
burning retina through flashes
of memory;
scrutiny too close to hear
the jaws of truth crack
past
the trainyard.
you ate my words.
soul and body,
felt the music wane.
and sour poetry filled our lips,
as we drank stale milk from
the bark of trees and night.
We found each other,
in the mercy of
blackholes;
a hollow of
Infinite density and temprature, and we fell
As the mouth ate the face,
The body,
The legs and knees, and the
scars that made them real.
and we danced on the edge of the world.
we felt the crease of rock,
burried deep within the bones of man;
skin peeled back and we could feel.
Phases pass;
before the blood had time to spoil
in these trecherous veins of mine.
now,
Stitched up so tight that we couldn't close our eyes,
And the night ended
With soft words,
and the strong hands of a man
that I'll never understand,
And the magic of his lips,
His eyes,
The snakeskin he eats;
i'll never forgive.
and the light is leaking
from this room
through the cracks in the clocks,
and the moon.
burning retina through flashes
of memory;
scrutiny too close to hear
the jaws of truth crack
past
the trainyard.
you ate my words.
soul and body,
felt the music wane.
and sour poetry filled our lips,
as we drank stale milk from
the bark of trees and night.
We found each other,
in the mercy of
blackholes;
a hollow of
Infinite density and temprature, and we fell
As the mouth ate the face,
The body,
The legs and knees, and the
scars that made them real.
and we danced on the edge of the world.
we felt the crease of rock,
burried deep within the bones of man;
skin peeled back and we could feel.
Phases pass;
before the blood had time to spoil
in these trecherous veins of mine.
now,
Stitched up so tight that we couldn't close our eyes,
And the night ended
With soft words,
and the strong hands of a man
that I'll never understand,
And the magic of his lips,
His eyes,
The snakeskin he eats;
i'll never forgive.
Author notes
I have nothing else to give.
I guess this is goodbye.
I guess this is all there was to burn.
I don't have time to spell check at the moment. I'll fix everything tonight, promise.
I just have to go.
A contest entry
- Without the words by Envelope.
4200 points, ended April 3, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This had, for me, a mystical quality, haunting. I kept wanting to re-read it, as if it had hypnotized me. Quite amazing.

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thank you! That's really nice to hear.
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amazing.
you strung these words perfectly together and created flawless images, hanging from the punctuation.
audri is right...
this is unbelievably inspiring.
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Thank you very much.
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this was an upliftingly tragic and epic piece, that even if it doesnt inspire everyone...everyone can still see why it should. The form coupled with the intense imagery and pictures you created melded into one perfect picture of a universe where we dissolve and form once again, in constant flux, truly an experience to read


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Thank you.
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you simply amaze me ...

i love reading your words; in all honesty you are increadiably inspiring and i love the title so mUCH!
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Thank you very much.
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I'll take a look at your work too. I would have before now, but i've been insanely busy.
Thanks for the comment.
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