if you were made of harsh lines & dots of mixed colors
would the cross of each X
over eyes of steel & blue
make your veins
shiver in such bright recognition to
the former O's in positive white cells.
because when you hit me i swear
nothing made more sense then it did today
this flower in my hair,
is still alive
& i am still struck with blind seconds
still and resolute to hands that
did not continue its sacrafice.
Author notes
couldnt make it.
i need to revise please be patient.
inspired by this picture:
http://ineedchemicalx.deviantart.com/art/The-Prisoner-96589567
A contest entry
- chicken scratch by yael.
400 points, ended November 24, 2008, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
who do not live a life such as this.
Comments
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those two stanzas may just be, the best thing i have read all year.
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resoulte - do you mean resolute?
there is a great part of me that made me feel like i was on the outside looking in on a domestic fight.
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This piece is haunting. And chilling. Especially after I read it and then looked back up at the title.
Something about this piece rips at me. I don't know what it is... but the language really hit hard somewhere.
I wish I could say more but I'm kind of scatterbrained after reading this. It was so consuming.
xoxo
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