Walking aimlessly,
Not knowing where to go,
A nomad.
No emotions portray her lovely high cheekbones,
Or eyes that change colors.
But a destroyed being.
Darkness lives within her black hole.
Thoughts of insanity,
Images of a massacre in her head.
Bowing her head,
Auburn covering her mask that is tattered.
As soft murmurs echo in her ear,
Gliding in her eardrum.
Repeating to know where her status is,
As lachrymose falls.
Another tear tells another story.
As people have mocked her,
Cause she wears the opposites gender clothes.
She's more mature then others,
Despite the troubled past.
As cold aggressive lips kiss down,
She shivers as tears start to fall.
Trying to struggle despite being chained,
Ice sculpted hands wonder.
Keeping his doll close,
"Your Mine"
As soft murmurs echo in her ear,
Gliding in her eardrum.
Repeating to know where her status is,
As lachrymose falls.
Another tear tells another story.
Slowly getting up ignoring the pain,
Letting it go to the abyss.
Knowing her world is nothing,
Agony reaching shattering her soul.
Another day masking her emotions,
Lying about how she is.
Covering up the bruises with foundation.
As the once beautiful mask was alive:
Now ripped and blood stained,
The once sky blue,
Faded.
Covered in blood and black eye liner and mascara,
The ribbons ripped fabric shredding.
Coming home she goes straight to "their" room.
Dropping her bag,
Blades slowly rolling out.
Pens and pencils spread out,
Just like the pills and shattered wine glass.
As the glacier was carved into a gorgeous person,
The coldness behind his navy eyes.
As he too is corrupted by darkness,
As the joining of darkness.
The night sky turning into abyss,
Soon like the world.
As soft murmurs echo in her ear,
Gliding in her eardrum.
Repeating to know where her status is,
As lachrymose falls.
Another tear tells another story.
Bella Knoll
7:17pm 4/15/08
A contest entry
- the first thing to spill off your tongue by Plastic Dreams.
460 points, ended April 24, 2008, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - a reminder of HIS control... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended June 5, 2008, 12 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Well ..it is a deep work with a thought provoking immagery..I appreciate this attempt..thanks for sharing it...
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This is dark deep and very very good. It is like a sort of descent into deepest recesses of the mind. The imagery here is strong too. The overbearing depth and darkness of this piece is overwhelming and threatening. Keep writing I found this riveting.
All the best
Wayne Leon
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awesome
this is really awesome, it seems to mean a lot...! i love it.. keep it up.
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she's beautiful... in the dark.
what massacre. what is this echo that plagues.
quite the depressing piece.
As the once beautiful mask was alive:
Now ripped and blood stained,
The once sky blue,
Faded.
Covered in blood and black eye liner and mascara,
The ribbons ripped fabric shredding.
Coming home she goes straight to "their" room.
Dropping her bag,
Blades slowly rolling out.
Pens and pencils spread out,
Just like the pills and shattered wine glass.
woah. powerful part of this piece that breaks me down to dream of this taste.
i'm not sure where to go with this piece. i'm astonished. intrigued. and love it.!
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