I see the past
as fullblooded blooms
in a clear vase
of distilled water.
But the truth lies open
in front of me,
as the pages curl,
turning a dirty yellow
with words of reality.
And the dirt sticks
on my palms,
from all the times
I sold my soul
to crawl over those under me.
My hand has penned these words
and they sneer back at me,
taunting with the pride and envy
I puked
on these pages.
Fleetingly Dorian Gray
smiles benignly,
or is it scorn,
at my jaded reflection.
A few more vodkas
and those rose petals
won't be burnt
around the tips
and I'll hurl each page
into obscurity.
These palms
brush across
a memory now stripped
and the blooms bleed
as the abcess grows.
Author notes
Prompt - Naked
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A contest entry
- Naked A Word Prompt by nevadapoet.
550 points, ended November 11, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
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excellent write with powerful imagery. Nicely done.
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This is a very clver take on the prompt love the rythme and the emotions you conveye here well done.
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This is a wonderful poem. Every word carries a deliberate meaning and the progression of yout theme is perfect. I mostly liked the usage of Dorian Gray's concept and "puked" as a very accurate way to describe how writen word comes out. Simply amazing
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Such a strong write. Enjoyed the read immensely.
Juls
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wonderful poem... PEN IS THE STONGEST WEAPON.. i would like to peek at your diary...good luck
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