As tempest reigns it's mighty fist over me,
I cannot help but glimpse,
the tiny tears,
falling from the leaves,
green like the eyes,
of the fair lady,
walking amongst the stars,
singing the melody,
echoing in the wind,
dancing around the clouds,
drifting between time and space,
constantly lethargic.
Yet,
unlike my eyes,
the sorrow of the setting sun,
comatose in the twilight,
dull and gray,
as drifts of snow bathe the ground,
in frozen decadence,
bleeding hearts,
landing in my hands,
glistening upon the cotton,
whispering the secrets,
only God should know,
like the sirens,
drawing me in.
somewhere inside,
amongst tattered clothes,
and forgotten dreams,
the darkest corner of my room,
beckon only my fears,
playing like an obsession,
over and over,
as Circe plays her games,
and Azreal breaks my will,
weakness,
truly is beauty.
Author notes
i hope that you(the reader) gathered that i find beauty to be both a light and darkness. a sort of natural catechism.
*tweakermuffin* (sp???)
A contest entry
- Beauty in everything by new born.
525 points, ended October 30, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
love the darkness, breathe the cataclysmic self indulgence
Comments
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i feel this has an impact on the reader.words and the expressions are powerful to linger in the mind...
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This was lovely. I love your wording and your mention of one of my favorite goddesses, Circe. Weakness is beautiful! It helps to see someone lose control a little bit, because, sad as it is, it reassures us that they are human too. The only mistake I found was that "it's" should be "its." Great job & best of luck!
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