Cloak of red and bread, pasted to every followers tongue.
In its dissolving nature it clings its wafer thin spirits to the gut, and in its turn hides the hell in all of us,
if only for a momment.
That's when our pregnant minds tinge the skins pigment and frails the flakey nails into yellow pixles of light,
chains of gold fall in handfuls and glass tears form the 5 stations,
as the T statue crosses over onto yet another red cut neck, dangling from soul to soul, mouth to mouth cursing the pursed lips of every hypocrite.
As the "sane man" fathoms passions clear, through his glass balloon,
as the "perfect daughters" of the world prepare one last meal for their families.
The sugar is placed in every cup and drank by its believers.
A contest entry
- Not for the Weak. (Six for luck!) by Curious LiLi.
452 points, ended October 13, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was an interesting poem, but it's a little hard to follow. It doesn't flow quite well, and there were a few spelling errors that could have been avoided.
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Hmmm....
I like the use of vocabulary- it's a nice change- but the poem itself is rahter boring, and I wasn't particularly interested in it. -
Options: Uno, dos, tres.... etc.
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tres...depression...
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You need to use spell check, and put the option number in your AN before I can comment on this.
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i dont get...
put the option number in your AN ???um..i used spell check but nothing came up as wrong..if u were refering to the T in my poem that was intentional. -
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You were supposed to pick one of the options in the contest and put that option into your Author's notes.
Moment is spelled wrong along with other words.
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