Free love bloomed
in flower scars
and left us with an asphalt sickness--
Black words fell like moonshine
against your knuckles
He had Ferris wheels for eyes
and sticky cheeks that
left cotton candy without a chance
Bent backwards--
something hidden laid under the fungus of his breath;
rotting from the inside out
soft dead things
fell like tears
from the sky--
he held open his palms-
God was juggling.
Author notes
Sorry for the use of the word God,
I know it was suggested against.
I have not posted since March,
and now the reason is officially clear =/.
Help? I know it's a mess.
I know at first glance it seems like
nothing in it fits together.
Isn't that so typical for life?
A contest entry
- summer is for the sky by grass.
533 points, ended July 7, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This has some beautiful images in it. Your use of the word God was just fine, haha, I just didn't want any religious pieces. I particuarly enjoyed the "Ferris wheels for eyes" and that jazz.
I'm glad you're back in the community. =)
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actually, i'm getting a clear picture, the imagery is breathtaking and i love the part about asphalt sickness--i have experienced this
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Incredible.
It does, however, make one wonder who inspired such a powerful poem. -
i've missed you SO much.
and your work.
you never cease to amaze me, no matter what you say.
i love the feeling i get from this,
it's like decaying, in a beautiful way.
and regret, betrayal, something else i can't place...
whatever it is, it is beautiful because YOU have written it, and that's all that you know how to write.
ilyyy. continue to write, pleasepleaseplease.♥
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