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When you were stolen from me

Your requiem plays softly
in the shadowed halls of my sorrow,
as I stand beneath an azure sky
my eyes bleed carmine tears
painting my face a grotesque mask
of forsaken dreams.

How I yearn for your disease
to carry me into the harmony
of your enigmatic presence,
my soul flails blindly
where yours once tethered it
to reality.

My jaded hopes now fall prey
to a poison harlot who drags your
heart into malicious waste.
The sparkle of life drowned in
loathesom delusions, my mind
screams the agony of parting.

And I stare at the reflection
of my life, from a realm
seething with the angst of kindred souls
where solace is a memory
and sanctuary a bitter pill
swallowed by despair.

Author notes

Fantastic wordbank!
I used these words:
Azure•Carmine•disease•delusions•enigmatic•forsaken•grotesque• harmony• harlot• jaded•kindred•loathe• malicious•poison•
reflection•requiem•sparkle•tethered•waste•yearn•

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  • whispernthedark Greeters member
    September 13, 2008

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    You really made the most with that wordbank. Great write, thank you for entering the contest. Good luck.


    whisper


  • Victoria of Aragon
    August 5, 2008

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    My dear poet, this is stunning! As mentioned blow, you have used the words beautifully so the flow does not sound forced. Wonderful job with that, because I tried to pick words that would intentionally mess up the flow.

    This is a wonderfully dark poem, though I'm not sure if you intended it to be that way. Whether your did or not is of little importance, as the end effect is ... dazzling.

    Though, I'm afraid I'm ranting right now. o o;; Thank you so very much for entering - my Muse is quite impressed.


  • aanika
    August 3, 2008

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    Your requiem plays softly
    in the shadowed halls of my sorrow,
    as I stand beneath an azure sky

    beautiful imagery.
    you used the words well
    it didnt sound forced