Stone.

I am stone.

Porcelain beauty, all you said

I am rock.

Resurrected pain and inherent depression.

Reach for me, want the beauty of the woman.

I am stone.

Vanity, blasphemy, will you listen to me?
My tongue is carved into rock and petrified
petrified

Groping darkness, fire heats but does not burn
Even if I feel the pain, fading fading, return.

I am rock.

I want you to know, to understand,
I'd reach but I am locked to be a vessel
something for the eye and never the arms
something for the hands and never the heart.

I am stone.

Author notes

Terra Exorcism Surveillance - George Grie

A contest entry

Dark Quickie by Luckintheshadows. 550 points, ended July 4, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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Luckintheshadows
July 4, 2008

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OH! superb..I love this, your words are so gripping and almost agonising, the utter dispassion I feel from this write is enormous! You've really done such an awesome job with the prompt.
These two lines really leapt out to me:
"something for the eye and never the arms
something for the hands and never the heart."

^^^awesome imagery!

Thanks for sharing, and for entering my contest,

Luck.
xXDarkChildXx
July 1, 2008
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This was a wonderful poem, :0 I am jealous at how you took the picture, compared to mine. You did a lovely job. Good luck in the contest.