so alone
poisoned with the scent of your skin and a single split-second touch
never escaping from that first precious smile or the feel of your warmth from that single collision
venom in my hearts, flooding throughout my senses with every single glance
those fragile organs depend on your whim— will you kill them? will you let me go?
i cannot control it, cannot control you
for that, i hate you
so perfect
that ineffable power concealed within you— what if it were turned on me?
what if your life could awaken my death? what if my stillness could calm your storm,
mingling and intertwining until we perfected each other?
or what of the other? what if calm and hurricane were as sodium and water
exploding with the slightest touch and leaving neither the victor?
i can't begin to know for sure
for that, i fear you
so terrified
coming again so close to everything only to be torn away
batted aside, unwanted, abandoned, my flickering glow hidden
obliterated from the blaze of perfection from the angel who must appear; i know this, love.
i know you will run to her as a moth flies to a supernova.
how can you not? i am nothing— a broken light, bleeding oil
for that, i refrain from you
so familiar
the dark swirling storm hidden in hoarfrost-and-cyan eyes
the perfect colliding energy snaking beneath your skin
concealed with incongruously correlating leather, battered from Time itself
peeking out with every supernova that is your smile
and when you turn it on me, you are the only thing and i feel i can live again
just this once
and for that, my darling?
for that, i love you.
A contest entry
- undeniable. by broken-colours.
700 points, ended December 1, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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so raw...such heartbreaking imagery, I know how you feel been there before.
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Emotions can suck sometimes, can't they?
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"so terrified
coming again so close to everything only to be torn away
batted aside, unwanted, abandoned, my flickering glow hidden
obliterated from the blaze of perfection from the angel who must appear; i know this, love.
i know you will run to her as a moth flies to a supernova.
how can you not? i am nothing— a broken light, bleeding oil
for that, i refrain from you" <---
Again, I love the form of this. You just have to have a precise in your poetry, don't you? Anyhow, I don't mind.
Your imagery is startlingly vivid and interesting. Moth to a supernova -- brilliant!
I did love the whole thing overall, but the stanza mentioned above was my favourite and I also favoured the first one quite a bit.
Great job & thanks for entering!
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