There’s this little smile on lips of iron.
Moving like stones across her cheeks.
Blooming like flowers in mid of winter
Then dissolving deep inside her soul… dying.
Look at that silky, shiny hair of hers
Flying yet is lying still on her stiff back.
Her eyelashes are not blinking over her eyes,
Giving the devil chills if he ever dared to stare.
Frozen in herself she is not yet breaking free.
Listening like a hawk that wishes to find a prey.
Yet none of her emotions are roaming this land,
Wakening her desires to rule with no foe or king.
She smells the burning wood and dissolves
Into the air of the world covering her heart.
Not yet awaken enough to know what’s happening.
Not yet dead enough to realize what’s gone.
Wine in her palms is slipping away.
Falling drop by drop on the stony ground.
Announcing the end of her infinite lust.
Announcing the end of her sleeping heart.
Awaken! Awaken! Little devil in her soul,
Bring forth your desire to consume her all.
She’s not dead yet, not under your control,
Yet she’s not fighting her lust to break free.
Not yet has she stopped to pray…
Author notes
I don't know where this came from and I don't know what I think of it. lol, a little proud, maybe? A little stupid too. lolz
Thanks for reading!
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"Not yet awaken enough to know what’s happening.
Not yet dead enough to realize what’s gone."
That was profound.
"Announcing the end of her endless lust"
"End" twice in the same line? Maybe change one of them to something else?
This was interesting and full of crazy, enticing imagery. Really liked the first stanza, a lot. I think it was my favourite. And the last line was a great way to end.
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Yeah, the 'end' seems a bit off. I changed it and glad you liked it.
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"Infinite lust" : that sounds much fuller. I like it; nice choice of words!
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I loved the imagery in this
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Just pure awesome. Dude! The imagery, the structure, in fact, the feeling it leaves after it being read, is just spectacular. Stupid? You crazy?? Enter this in a contest!!
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beautiful imagery, expertly worded, every line was magic but if i had to choose it would be the lines 'There’s this little smile on lips of iron.
Moving like stones across her cheeks.
Blooming like flowers in mid of winter
Then dissolving deep inside her soul… dying.' they are several lines but oh well
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i love dis poem its asume!
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