The echo becomes louder
as I follow its depth
a need for answers nips at heels
certain expectancy magnified times three
undertones of double meaning
concealed mystery
unexpected visitor from beyond
words form and connect
travel through brain and emerge
they own my insides
at least eight days a week
unknown predator
spitting steady stream of thoughts
I feel it ~
deep inside
like hindsight or living organism
buried beneath alphabetized words
mismatched pieces
layered dimensions
images cut from soul
hidden in center of a thousand sleepless nights
slow escapes through
the shiver of bone
to slice emotion from muscle
to trace outline of yesterday
when color moves
we dance inside invisible
cling to something…anything
that makes us feel
“this too shall pass”
“what does not kill us, will make us stronger”
like uneven shadows
we become disillusioned
creep along textured wall
regurgitate sorrow
we bury dreams
within withering words
the ink simply dries
another layer has been added
a need for those answers still nips at heels
and the words…
the words never go away
11/22/08
as I follow its depth
a need for answers nips at heels
certain expectancy magnified times three
undertones of double meaning
concealed mystery
unexpected visitor from beyond
words form and connect
travel through brain and emerge
they own my insides
at least eight days a week
unknown predator
spitting steady stream of thoughts
I feel it ~
deep inside
like hindsight or living organism
buried beneath alphabetized words
mismatched pieces
layered dimensions
images cut from soul
hidden in center of a thousand sleepless nights
slow escapes through
the shiver of bone
to slice emotion from muscle
to trace outline of yesterday
when color moves
we dance inside invisible
cling to something…anything
that makes us feel
“this too shall pass”
“what does not kill us, will make us stronger”
like uneven shadows
we become disillusioned
creep along textured wall
regurgitate sorrow
we bury dreams
within withering words
the ink simply dries
another layer has been added
a need for those answers still nips at heels
and the words…
the words never go away
11/22/08
Author notes
A contest entry for: for my favorites
Thank you for the invitation.
A contest entry
- for my favorites by stasis.
1750 points, ended November 27, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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this is simply wonderful writing.
Love, Lane

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"a need for answers nips at heels"
love that...
this is so sad, Becky=(...
"we bury dreams
within withering words
the ink simply dries
another layer has been added"
i know this, i know this...


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I feel this...yes...'the words never go away'...and the layers keep building. Reminds me of the rings you see on a tree stump. Nicely penned


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"to slice emotion from muscle"
Hell yeah...nice use of 'slice'; to me, that sounds so bloody raw and well, sliced. Like physical + mental pain combined for well...pain.
reguritate ==>regurgitate?
good luck
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Jessica

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Thanks Jessica
I am so glad to see you here
I been missin ya
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''hidden in center of a thousand sleepless nights''
ooo..that just gives me chills..


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Meeeeeeee toooooooooooooo
lol
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"slow escapes through
the shiver of bone
to slice emotion from muscle
to trace outline of yesterday
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I LOVE this!!! your description and use of vocabulary added to the strength of the piece magnanimously. Thank you so much for entering and good luck!!
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Thank you for the invitation to write for this contest. I thought about entering a prewrite but I needed to kick start my muse...

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another layer has been added....
i think that was my favorite part out of many


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Thanks Heidi
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