Cracking roots seep into the ground,
weaving in and out of the soil mercilessly...
Tearing one's heart to peices:
Let it leave no traces of what once was,
Let this heart not be recognized:
Why not let the roots confirm it?
It's not like you'll tell me!
Explain to me what is going on....
Who is she? He? Them? They?
Those people staring, mocking...
Are you really over them.
I tried...
You told me it would be okay.
Slash my chest and let me bleed, why don't you?
Come to get my hopes up...
and let one's strength wither as the dusk comes upon us...
Then let me hold your hand as the piano plays.
The notes cry out in both joy and agony,
pain and comfort,
sorrow and utter happiness...
Let the brokenness come into you,
as it has into me,
shall we truly be?
Once when I was younger I'd imagine such love...
only to have dreams come and crash down on me:
slaughter such dreams and replace them with differences.
No longer is there sunlight but rather the abyss that seperates us from who we really are.
Don't leave me! -I feel like screaming to your face!
After waiting so long -too long- only to have it all end
in such a rush as the decaying timbers...
Such heart break isn't something you can hide from behind a mask of iron or glass,
such heart break is that of death...
But I was never one for heartbreak.
Nor one for Death.
And yet here we are.
Cloaked figures look me up and down and steal away my other hand,
the piano slinging out notes and different tunes in their pressence.
The tired emptiness creeps upon the stage as the pianist looks from one to the other, to you and to me.
It is done. Here, it shall end and forever have ended.
Let the scars of such events bleed forever and drown one's thoughts... engulf one. Spill over us...
The roots of the fowl old tree slither and creek into the base of the piano, strangle my ankles and then leave you be:
One's heart is now broken and its song is now torn.
I'll miss you.
As the piano tries to whisper its final notes,
I can feel your hand tighten around mine...
But is it enough?
Loyalty was never supposed to be a burden,
or is that perhaps the current case?
I'll always be there for you;
But will you, for me?
My own grip is weak as the roots climb my legs, torso, chest, and then devour my arms. They braid my fingers and seperate our fingertips, as I look to you in a painful silence, the roots then covering my neck: Is one to let me hang?
You are the last that I see as the roots cover my eyes, enter my lungs... Thick vegitation covering my body, the roots close over and a single tear stirs as I look upon you.
Letting go forever never hurt so much.
Please... I've only one thing to ask before the departure:
Don't forget me this time.
A contest entry
- Darke-hearte. by Dragonmind.
700 points, ended November 14, 2008, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Very, very nice... extremely raw. You definitely wrote this while feeling it. What I find amazing is that you could focus and channel your emotions into such an exquisite work of art.
Your metaphor to nature is wonderful, and your lyrical tone somehow makes you feel overwhelmed and slightly confused at all these conflicting thoughts, yet somehow focusing at the end into a single coherent thought without loose ends.
Wonderful, simply wonderful poetry.
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Ohmigoodness, thank you so much
thank you so, so much for taking the time to read and comment ^_^ i'll have to read some of your work once i get the chance. 
should be soon enough - so much chaos but there will always be an interval when i will invade your poetry xD
thanks again!
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this is rather long for my taste but it is good and descriptive. The roots going down ... I like that. Letting go is really hard. I'm having a problem of a similar nature. Thanks for entering
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I can see how this recieved gold! Great write and i enjoyed reading it. Good luck in the contest!
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Holy damn crap, is all I have to say. This is a really unexpected one from you sis. But it's awesome. So filled with sadness....I felt like crying. Awesome imagery. The poem spoke for itself. Good one sis. I just hope that you were not hurt this badly.
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i'm so glad you liked it.... it took me forever to wrote, but it was like clockwork when i did XD
sadly enough, i'll admit, i was in an utterly terrible mood with someone when i wrote it >.>
but everything is okay now 
thanks so much again!
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Good Luck In the Contest!
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thank you
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