Bloodshot through the eyes,
from the brain where we hide
each of our tender secrets;
keeping safe the hidden lives
of a gentleman's detestable times.
So let the golden star echo out,
from our bright little gentlemen mouths,
where we spill out the perfect bottles,
filled with the neon songs
that will convince all the beautiful women
to come and be one with us.
And finally, we'll crystallize,
like a gem caught dangling in the light,
hoping that no one will see right through us
down, into the night.
Author notes
Both the word bank and the quote.
-Thefallout
A contest entry
- 24 hours/ Three prompts by Hello...No.One.Home.
400 points, ended October 26, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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Cool, as I read this I felt like I was spirling out of control, watching through a window and seeing these men and knowing what their really like.
A wonderful write and I wish you all the best in the contest.
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