The harshness of the world awaits every day, I can feel it even before I wake up.
The green of the trees, nature....my second home, is no match for this cold dark world.
Industrial bones are the foundation of steel hearts and iron brains. No blood, just filth....rust.
The richness of this ruby liquid keeps me going. I feel like a vault, only made to keep this elixir hidden. Such importance, and I keep going. On and on and on.
The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is no joke. It's death, release...relief.
The time has come for my earth-bound carcass to feed this planet.
So that it might keep you going, keep you waiting, keep you on your toes.
The rainbow is gone, the body-bound red sea is dried up.
and there goes my soul....withering away.
A contest entry
- promt/ rainbows and blood by tainfinite.
800 points, ended May 24, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Industrial bones are the foundation of steel hearts and iron brains. No blood, just filth....rust.
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The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is no joke. It's death, release...relief.
The time has come for my earth-bound carcass to feed this planet.
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only made to keep this elixir hidden. Such importance, and I keep going. On and on and on.
Some really great lines babe
go u
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A very well written piece from the prompts
I like the seriousnes..is no joke..I dont know just how you write it gave it that serious tone..like wow
Thank you and good luck
Cindy
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this is so amazing! you're a great writer! this poem blew my mind!
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