There was the impression of bliss burned
Into my wide eyed forehead, by a rapture of bright shinning lights
It was the best place to start
Wondering if I could fill a lake of what consumed,
Me entirely
There wasn’t enough room; it took twenty-seven seas
And a universe twice as big
I was opened-mouthed and blinded by my bleeding mascara
There was a ghost singing lullabies in my head
I went insane because I couldn’t understand
So I put a satellite heaven over me
To broadcast death, the untouchable point
There was a proud moth and a newborn caterpillar,
Sharing both very different laughs, the adult sarcastic
And the child sincere, but they held the same smile
One of air and one of earth
I wanted them to connect, so I birthed a digital road
They now live in one world.
I weave a subtle yarn of hope, as my heart and mind
Contradict my fragile memories
There are fields that grow nostalgia all year long
And storms that are just as vicious and strong
They unravel memories like strangers in dreams
There are artificial seasons and something called rain,
But it’s no longer heartbreaking and deafening
We can always turn around and venture out of circles
Life is our best friend, and through thick and thin
We always have it
Even when aliens come to visit
And tell us stories of about our reflections
We are soaked in possibility and even the smallest of people
Are exceptional, if we stand at certain angles
We all share the same shadow.
To us all it just one very long day and at the end,
We know that God made the best of it
Author notes
"I would never paint over God's hand." Because he is my favorite artist.
A contest entry
- Omni-potent by Envelope.
1800 points, ended November 28, 2008, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
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you have breached the unified field of everything ...
i seek this yin yang in all that i write: love, death, birth
you are brilliant
i must begin to haunt your pages
FOURturtlesealofexcellence
.. i have never given four
i think perhaps, you should have won the gold
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This is my favorite type of writing, this appreciation of life, this unbridled thought, this pure explosia of passion and love for a universe through the eyes of someone intelligent and compassionate, kinda makes me believe in a god.
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I loved the metaphore you used it was so powerful and original. I was taken aback by the way you used words like "I was opened-mouthed and blinded by my bleeding mascara"
It is a very intelligent and wise write. You have stretched your creativity.
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"To broadcast death, the untouchable point
There was a proud moth and a newborn caterpillar,
Sharing both very different laughs, the adult sarcastic
And the child sincere, but they held the same smile
One of air and one of earth
I wanted them to connect, so I birthed a digital road
They now live in one world."
I'm into this bit
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lovely and fresh
Well done the flow is perfect and evermoving. there is a wonder in each word and a beauty that is amazing Wonderful read. throughly enjoyed.
*Go with God* my friend,
Valerie
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