Sat back awaiting something pure; quintessence under
starry skies like liquid in the burning, hallowed sheets of rain-
save Grace for days of cold gray skies crying outward:
expulsion!
I'm exploding with joy, can't you see it? Erased in the palms
of your traced memories like pencils dancing on ivory slates,
I covet thee and thy silence; peaceful in your treasures
I digress- your scribbled fantasies take me Home.
I can hear her breaking tone slip up inside the conundrums
I have conjured up as the equivalent of secrecy; reasoning
behind the darkness and shadows blindingly bright- resurrect me!
I lay here waiting...
The Quiet grows inside me, chasing away the day;
you'll see the unknown colours as you suck in the last breath.
Author notes
Lily Skie [or Carly Szabo]
I wrote this because I had writers block and couldn't freaking concentrate as my brother and his friend made noise in the next room. It isn't my best, but I hope you like it. :]
I would dedicate it to aanika, but I feel she deserves better dedication lol :]
♥
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- it's been a year. by aanika.
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the last stanza is beautiful.
I really really loved this.
your imagery blew me away.
the only thing I'd like to say is that I didn't really feel that much emotion coming out of this.
but that's just my opinion, and I'm really young and inexperienced so please don't take my words too strongly.
I really love the way you write.
and thanks so much for entering.
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