we tramped through tall grasses, itchy skin shunted and turning red from running nails across the surface. your eyes peered, hollow shells which stuck to my mouth and twisted me in little rows of two, or three. i bowled over, falling into bushes and making marks in the brambles that streamed alongside the water.
sunshine fell in clumps around us, your sixty second stare and my heart started sputtering; we prayed for inconvenience in headlight form.
the summer sky expanded into loops of movie reels, our history splayed across the screen like water colors on bricks. my stomach gripped the edges of the toilet bowl and my love for you came up under the disguise of bread and sugar. face, stretched across the canvas. mine was sticky, full of salt and sweat; i dripped on your pillows and you gagged--but you were never as convincable as i was. i felt how quiet you were, the silence scattered around me and mixed with the after tones of empty things.
i could never find myself after that.
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we broke into swing rhymes, our feet dancing across the double yellow, dodging cars on the horizon. we were alive in the heat of the morning before the sun dips down and scars you. we were still perfect, we were still pure.
i dirtied my feet in the puddles you left behind, a swing fell into beat against my skin and i swore that i would never look back. i ignored your voice, the shrill sound on the other line made me break into so many pieces. i couldn't listen anymore, it hurt just to open my ears. so i blocked you out when the rain stopped falling, and there were dandelions every where, they grew up from the dirt that you had placed around my stones. poking yellow heads, each one a promise; which i soon yanked up and threw over the fence that wasn't there anymore.
you heard my breathing and you stopped. you asked if i was allright. i felt like just telling you the truth, but i couldn't. that was the way it always was. i saw your eyes, following me, following the outline of my body. and i let you. i let you take away everything that i had, because i was scared that i would lose it if i didn't place it somewhere safe. your fingers traveled against my back, blank canvas that you splashed with your colors; (i was always so grey before you came.)
so it was, 3 months later and i still watch in awe when you face me, still stare after you as you walk away.
that's how it always is, isn't it? you turning, me watching.
i only hold my breath for stars now, and those moments that make you want to take your vocal chords and yank.
and
the dandelions still mock me, when i look across the yard.
Author notes
i hope it was something of what you wanted.
i got inspiration from the prompts, and tried to write non-clicheyishly about love?
i hope it what you were looking for, i've been so horrible at writing lately :/
A contest entry
- . mental hopscotch . by girl shaman.
2090 points, ended May 26, 2008, 19 entries
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i love it again
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the last line i feel was the one that really gave a strong impact to the whole piece; and damn.. i have a short attention span but i read this all the way through hun
thank you for entering doll ily <3
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"sunshine fell in clumps around us, your sixty second stare and my heart started sputtering; we prayed for inconvenience in headlight form."
that and os many others amazeeee me. oh my god oh my god.
you must win this contest. srsly. i can feel every whip of this. incredible job.
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abstract riffs of of pain and pleasure
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tl;dr good effort.
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Quiet brevity... then POW! That last line is where the goosebumps popped out, so simple, yet packed with wonder in its simplicity. You've given me mind pictures and pause for thought. Thank you for sharing your words with me and best wishes to in all of your endeavors. Keep that quill dipped in ink and ever ready for use dear poet.
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WOOTWOOT! ths wasa freaking amazing. i love the style, and it kinda reminds me of a few bands like P!ATD. This was great. truly. keep up the good work!
Armored-War-Bear
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I think this is beautiful, it sounds honest, like you talk from experience
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damn baby girl.
I wish I could write the way you do. It just jumps right off the screen into my heart.
"i felt how quiet you were, the silence scattered around me and mixed with the after tones of empty things.
i could never find myself after that."
this entire thing was fucking amazing and left me wanting more...
jeeze.
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