Closed eyes drawn like
blinds to keep shut the aching
light- detriment; silver
snapshots crack like earth
inside pulsing irises.
And I'm still screaming!
Ripped up and let go; stripped
down so you'll know that each
spiderweb spindled by my bony
fingers weaved a story- shed
like bullets in the wake of a
bitter dynasty...
Bleeding in the crevice of your
eardrum and brain, sliding carefully
through the system of webbed lies
and nerve-endings; but this time
I slipped away.
But I'm still
e m p t y
Author notes
photos=found on deviantart.com
A contest entry
- ANYTHING .... but. by written-in-ink.
1000 points, ended October 19, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Leave me thoughts:
Comments
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You said you want to know which of your poems should be submitted for publication, yeah? I'll go through & read some, then comment on which ones I think you should, this being one of them. ^^ and the amount of clapping guys I give means how much I feel you should publish it.
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wow
blew me away
i love this
every bit of it
i think that it is amazing
thank you so much for sharing
and good luck -
Disturbing...and also excellent. There are some great lines here--I particularly like "...bullets in the wake of a bitter dynasty."
Good work,
Bill
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Wow!
Your pen is extraordinary. Metaphors brilliant. I love your writing. I think I've said that before, yet I will say it again. Best of luck in the contest!
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