ring of marriage
could just be
a ring of circus proportions
of fire
waiting to be jumped in
or out of
depending on what side
you started
lovers leveled by the day to day
sway in the breath
of a new way
to live
void of the ring all together
brings bullshit
and bakery goods
to gatherings
at the other ones home
home is long gone
two apartments
blocks away
house what
is the obvious left overs
of a love affair
that is still holding on
to string
and things
rings lie in black box
out of sight
just to slight
myself some more
oh to be the troubled one
and still have to get up in the morning
is enough to make the spit
come flying out of curved lips
onto a mirror that reflects
back what i have become
a monster.
In a list
A contest entry
- creative & raw by Dienush.
1000 points, ended October 4, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well, I don't need to look in the mirror to know I'm a monsterous bitch, but hey, only the strong survive...and I think the crazier you are the stronger you get.
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Quite a personal take on the prompt indeed. Nice imagery and amazing use of day-to-day elements. I like the contrast between what was and what is. Thank you for this entry.
~Diana
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