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Lost


Shattered fragments,
spill onto the table,
reflecting what was once there,
but now is gone,
in the fragile light.

He scoops them up in his hands,
and feels each one peirce his,
sensitive flesh.
Slowly apple red liquad,
trickles down his hand.

As if in slow motion,
they drip from his hand,
onto the stone floor,
making a soft crash,
that echoes through,
the air that is so silent,
it crackles in your ears.

Thrusting his hand into,
his starched shirt,
attempting to make a tourniquet,
he grabs the goblet of water,
hastily dumping it on the floor.

Scrubbing with all he has,
with a clothe napkin,
at the blood,
trying to erease the evidence,
of his pain.

But the evidence can't,
be effaced,
it has been stained into the floor,
for all to see,
what it is like,
to be lost inside.

Author notes

new prompt: He bleeds from more than his heart.

I don't know if I like this or not, but yeah. this is my entry lol

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  • xxRainbowDawnxx
    December 7, 2008

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    Reminds me so much of myself and what I've lost within myself and yet gained through the last year or so. I have become someone different and thank goodness for the most part, but I have also lost a lot within this year also.


  • luna-midnight gold member
    October 19, 2008

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    hehe, this is spiffy, bloody apples, nummy
    good luck and take care, thanks for entering
    Stephanie ♥

  • Starz of Heaven gold member
    October 11, 2008

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    Oh I do think that you have done a great job on this prompt I like the second stanza the best good luck in the contest be well

  • Brian Balzer
    October 4, 2008

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    It reminds me of a poem I once read.

    I don't know the author but this was it:


    Fleas

    Adam had'em

    I'm not sure what you were trying to convey but it should make people think.


    • Hope Angel silver member
      October 4, 2008
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      This isn't a poem. It's a reservation in a contest. I was given a prompt, and I still have to write for it. I'm sorry for the confusion.


  • luna-midnight gold member
    October 1, 2008
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    "I'm the heart that will beat two times harder, if it means your still here" Stephanie Wood


    so if this doesnt inspire please tell, and ill find you something else (and if this doesnt inspire you can like...tell me along the lines what you want )

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