Neither of us bothered to change the static on the television
Or noticed it,
We were both too busy shifting positions
on the stained woolen couch
Sinking into the cushions unconsciously for moral protection
As we mustered up the courage to say
What we already knew
‘You take the high road and I’ll take the low road’
Your voice used to make me feel like I was choking on butterflies
Evaporating into the sunlight trapped within your pupils
I felt that the folds of our irises melted together
And when our eyes met,
I was whole
I remember it was dusk
The musky promise of morning
kept our bodies pressed against the dew
My head was against your chest,
Listening to the creaking of your spinal chord
tap into my senses
I suppose that when I first realized how high we were
Looking down at the specks of land I used to call my life
You caught my shiver in your palms
as it forced its way into your body
‘What’s wrong?’
You said shifting so your bones pressed against my hips,
Reminding me that I was complete
‘I’m afraid of heights’
You pressed your fingers into my doubts
Subduing them with your melodic voice
‘I will never let you fall.’
Darling, I only believed you because you made it feel natural
Pushing your smile into my dilapidated lungs
Filling them with euphony [fingerprints]
My eyes never left the fuzzy TV screen
I was still watching my nostalgia pass before my eyes
You placed your cold hands underneath my chin
And turned it gently so I could see
You held my heart between your teeth
As I stared at your sleep-deprived features
I noticed the creases of your eyes had shifted
To match the dark rings that surrounded them
I searched your pupils for a second of eternity,
to find that the sunlight had dissapeared
I felt empty.
[you bit]
‘I’m not in love anymore’
‘I know’
The silence that followed felt ageless,
stumbling with the fact that you [we] were dead
attempting to push you out of my system
We've changed.
but baby, I'm still afraid of heights
Author notes
catseye
A contest entry
- it starts with one. by aanika.
910 points, ended November 13, 2008, 17 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I want new favourites. by broken-colours.
400 points, ended December 2, 2008, 36 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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another reserve i shall be back
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"Your voice used to make me feel like I was choking on butterflies
Evaporating into the sunlight trapped within your pupils
I felt that the folds of our irises melted together
And when our eyes met,
I was whole"
This story is incredible, in one word. I am so jealous that you can write like this and it looks so natural, like it just spilled out without any prior consideration.
Amazing!
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You caught my shiver in your palms
as it forced its way into your body
‘What’s wrong?’
You said shifting so your bones pressed against my hips,
Reminding me that I was complete
‘I’m afraid of heights’
You pressed your fingers into my doubts
Subduing them with your melodic voice
‘I will never let you fall.’
oh my god.
I LOVE the way you used the prompt.
this poem was amazing.
usually I hate poems with no punctuation, but this worked so well.
I loved everything about this.
thank you.
<3 -
your title is:
such great heights.
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