Climbing
Crawling,
Honestly it’s all just figments for the nerverending withering,
As the petals fall, like they do every single day,
I’m back at the front gate of my mind
I was never a flower, but I keep falling.
Shift,
Hold,
Dig
Nails into the thick palm, it’s all around me, nails always such a weapon to the imperfection of skin
So Sober, to see the things that dazzle in the darkness, and in a drunken stupor
I think I could still see the sweat on the gold embroided knobs.
I roll, onto my back, but it’s so vulnerable
Naked
Scarred
Onto the side again, but whichever direction I face, my backs always to something with teeth;
Tonic, I whisper to an empty silence.
Pills, and razor blades.
Still
Falling,
(Still waiting)
A contest entry
- Damaged and broken by zochit2me.
900 points, ended May 3, 2008, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Again you continue to amaze me your poetry is a inspiration to me it contines to amuse me that no matter what i do i can't catch up with your talent good work
*hugs*
your friend kira
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i really like this piece, the metaphor of you being a flower is interesting and the lines, "Onto the side again, but whichever direction I face, my backs always to something with teeth;
Tonic, I whisper to an empty silence.
Pills, and razor blades."
I <3 those lines! they speak so much and are so good, so origonal. I know no one who can create such an original, thought provoking poem as you! AMAZING!
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I am so glad to see you here in my contest. As I have told you, there is something about your poetry that draws me in, keeps my eyes focused at what you are saying. I think this is a strong write all the way until the end. You have great imagery in your writes, perhaps experiment with some metaphor as well.
Good strong write though.
Becky
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