I want to be sunrise
and mismatched sheets
unstained by makeup residue,
plains of cork board seeded
with smiles and memories
untainted by scar tissue,
companioned by comfort
in the form of warm hands
and real forevers that create
salt flavored something other
than bitter.
I want to be laughter ringing
from beneath blankets
where stubble tickles stomach,
where they put love back into
making it and passion back into
feeling it with every fiber
and intention of our being,
cool summer grass pooling
into green waves and blossoms
sweet like when I was a little girl
in peach dresses that twirled
around my dancing limbs.
I like to think these things when
I’m worthless and unworthy
and mostly when I’m cold
and crawling in between
contrary sheets blemished
with smudges of grey
where I held my eyes
in their rightful place,
when my orbs of vision
rest upon the bulletin of
pictures shadowed by
past mistakes and
gouges not left by tacks,
on nights when the moon
light is my only friend
and he is silent as the
sobs that shake my
cavity and the
happily ever afters
I’ll never hear..
Author notes
Fail.
But I tried. =/
The-Phoenix
A contest entry
- it's been a year. by aanika.
6011 points, ended January 30, 33 entries
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This is not what I intended...
Comments
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I iwish that everyone can look beyond what they don't have, look beyond their unexplained necessity to have the world live by their strict plan. A true form of love could once again nest itself within the veins of everyone. Maybe then, people wouldn't have to be paranoid. Maybe then, people could open themselves to another's perspective. Maybe then, we could all celebrate the love we have instead of mourning the several losses of love between us and those important to us.
Yeah, I know this was specific to a situation but for some reason a little thought turns into the overall picture and then I feel compelled to share my thoughts. In the best of all possible worlds, I'd be nothing but a peace keeper. Unfortunately, we must all fight for love. Huh, what an irony. -
I want to be sunrise
should be
I want to be a sunrise
or I want to be sunrises :|
I think.
I like to think these things when
I’m worthless and unworthy
and mostly when I’m cold
and crawling in between
contrary sheets blemished
with smudges of grey
where I held my eyes
in their rightful place,
beautiful.
I think this could have been more hard-hitting but aside from that, it was stunning.
thank you for entering
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I like this; lots.
I can't say much more than that, apart from asking you why green for the background?
Nothing against green, just seems like jade, just seems like envy, and it doesn't this piece doesn't seem to suggest envy, wishful thinking perhaps, but not envy.
But this is pretty much exactly how I feel, but you've made it pretty.
'I want to be sunrise
and mismatched sheets
unstained by makeup residue,'
'put love back into
making it'
'and crawling in between
contrary sheets blemished
with smudges of grey
where I held my eyes'
I love it, end of
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A melodious stretch of language stretching and breathing across the page. This is what this makes me think of. Snap shots of images careening to form a story. Very nice! I like it very much!
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