Ice melts away with the memories
carried away by a lucid breeze.
I lost it somewhere, buried deep
with calloused hands, I dig as I bleed.
Profound indirect, sharp jabbing breaths
cold sweat, burrowed in a marionette.
A marionette is what I've become
recognized as dead, but alive to some.
All the black kids know
that the white kids know,
and if the white kids know
than everyone knows
But I lost my childhood long ago.
Sold instantly, in a dark, ever cold.
Nonchalantly it forever glows.
But I can't touch it, it left my soul.
My greatest possession, turned aside
for this bleak barren empty life
trying to cut out passion with a knife,
but passions as thin as dish water tonight.
Author notes
Newest Poem,somewhat revised.
A contest entry
- Do you have emotions? by Forgotten Anomaly.
550 points, ended October 27, 182 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"but passions as thin as dish water tonight"
I love the ironic imagery of this
bravo
Tala
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A very tragic tale seems to lie behind these words and the solution is bleak. Courage needs to be found to build new futures from burnt out pasts.
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beautiful in a strange way.
very good.
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wow!
This was mindblowing! i love this so much... you've portrayed your emotions very very well here! it is simply wonderful!
ooh, and your last stanza... blew. me. away. gosh! i love this! 
keep penning buddy!
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The ending stanza was amazing. Well done
Mylee
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