she stared at the fading sun
the clouds were gathering
the pale sky now a dark grey
hope left her
she had such a long way to walk till home
her steady pace quickened
but it was like trying to run from your emptiness
hopeless
she halted to a stop
panting deeply
she stood there looking at the never-ending rows of houses
they all looked the same
but if you looked close enough the people inside were different
hidden by brick walls of fake emotions
then the rain fell
harder with each and every drop
she let out a short laugh
her clothes were drenched
her black hair wet and curly
her make-up a mess
and her bones colder then the iciest wind
but she was never happier
the pouring rain distracted her
distracted her from her fucked up, fake life
from the buliding pain of each day
from the endless confusion in her mind
she had never felt so alive
then the tears came
she fell to the saturated grass
she had no one to share this moment with
for just the smallest moment she felt ok
then the moment passed
the world was just one big blur
unable to tell what was rain and what was tears
the stars cried more then ever that afternoon
they cried for her sorrow, for her hurt
then she forced all thoughts from her mind
and allowed her hands to search her bag
she found it
she held the blade
the rain washed away the previous evedence
even in a street full of houses
she felt like it was just her and the storming sky.
down bolted the lightning
she thrust the blade into her skin
her wrist split open
at first everything was numb
the tears, the rain, the emotions
all blured together
then the pain came
rushing through her arm
it felt like her left wrist was on fire
in the split second the scream left her mouth,
thunder crashed around her
drowing out her painfull cry
her head collided with the ground
she lay there sprawled across the lawn
blood seeping through the grass
rain washed away the blood
but only to be replaced with more deep red liquid
thunder and lightning were everywhere
wind whisked up a cyclone of leaves
and trees blew viciously
it wasnt until morning till they found
that she had died with the storm
people cried round her cold, lifeless body
they opened her clamy clenched palm
the silver glinted in the sun
it had been washed clean
ready for its next victim
Author notes
well...this actually happened...although i didnt die...(obviously i guess)
prompt: rain.
A contest entry
- Death is but sweet despair... by Amber Rose.
700 points, ended May 26, 2008, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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I appreciate the emotion in this write - quite poignant.
Vivid descriptions, too.
Unfortunately, though, one of the rules of my contest was broken: NO SWEARING, CURSING OR DIRTY LANGUAGE.
Best wishes, BookGirl
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Very sad write - Always saddens me to know that a lot of young people find it difficult to cope and the only way they seem able to is by harming themselves. I like the way you have incorperated your emotions in with the power of a storm.
Thank you for entering and good luck
~sugar~
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Thank you for entering my contest. I really enjoyed this poem. I am truly sorry that you wwent through such a horrific experience. But i am also glad that you are still here today and are wiling to share your story as it must be hard. I love how you put the actions in synch with the rain. My absolute favourite line in this poem is "she had no one to share this moment with" as it describes how i am feeling at this exact moment. Great write and good luck
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Very good
The best poetry comes from experiences. The best poetry comes from the realities that surround our minds. Thank you for adhering to my rules and I wish you the best of luck. -
awww
hey darlin i love the first bit of this poem HATE THE LAST BIT mdae me cry NOT COOL like the way i spelled made there haha anywho (no it was good even if it made me cry lol)
xoxLaCkOfCoLoUr
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