Honeycombs rest in comets laced with remnants of shooting stars
that shattered before it was their time to shine.
Crystal shades of jade and lime melt through the irises
of my eyes as I rub the wishes off of my eyelashes and
into the pores of my breathing skin.
Padlocks are laced through my lips,
like a corset of memories,
chaining me to the backs of bumble bees trapped in silk-woven webs of spiders
(in the night.)
I feel sparks, and fire, crawling through my hair,
as I blow out lies on birthday cake candles
and inscribe wishes underneath my eyelids that scream:
"I only need birds that can fly.
I only want stars that don't fall.
When I take a bite out of life,
I don't want the remnants to get stuck in-between my teeth.
I don't want pasty-colored bones. I need rainbows inside of me...
And when I pick out slivers of memories from underneath my finger nails,
I want the scars to heal.
I need something that I can wish for,
that I know will come true."
I watch the flames flicker as they blend with the pastels of icing.
I see through kaleidoscope visions, of silver lining falling off the clouds.
I breathe in breaths full of words
that make my lungs bleed and my throat saturate itself in black ink.
I watch the rain blush as it bows to me
at my feet,
and I think -
"Don't do that.
I'm not worthy of your beauty."
I reach inside my chest,
looking for an answer but only finding veins and arteries to tug on.
--
I think that apples look like hearts
and some are poisonous.
I think that hopes are like glass slippers
and some shatter.
And I think that, yes, lives really are like fairy tales -
only the best, with the most dramatic outcome, get recognized.
---
I have rubber band joints.
I have a curly-cue-cherry-stem tongue.
I have a test-tube in my bloodstream,
soaking my system in chemicals....
..Random Fact:
It costs more to make pennies than they're actually worth,
...; just like it costs more energy to run my heart than it's actually worth.
I wear headlights as eye shadow and cinnamon on my lips.
I use sand particles as cough syrup and I paint my feelings in stained-glass windows.
I splash through sunlight and sleep under moon rocks.
I find myself searching for warmth in the back of my freezer -
trying to keep my heart at its proper temperature.
I learned the sound of heartache by ear,
(and took lessons for my guitar.)
I dreamt of paper planes and carbon dioxide cells,
(left without either,)
and when all was said and done,
I felt the flat lines from the hospital monitor
racing through my veins,
with no where else to go.
"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.
... We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will. "
I am me,
and my melted-paint-running-down-a-canvas skin
is the art I've created...
We'll see what I sell for.
Author notes
Uh.
Well. I was inspired at work... inbetween customers at Qdoba. >.> haha.
I grabbed some receipt paper and scriblled down all of my thoughts and my cook was like,
"uh... watcha doing?"
haha.
So I don't even know where half this came from.
I'm not sure.
I sort of like it.. I think. I don't know.
(*EDIT- uh. Justkidding. I don't like it so much, anymore. >.< Dunno. Read it, and maybe not so much.)
The last two quotes are from none other than,
Chuck Palahniuk, of course!
"http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/c/chuck_palahniuk.html"
Gotta love that man. One day I WILL marry him. <3 He's brilliant.
Anyways.
I hope it's okay for you, darling. I probably can't compare to half your favorites. x.x
But anywho, I entered!
<3 They Say [Shannon.]
A contest entry
- it's been a year. by aanika.
6011 points, ended January 30, 2009, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - the static rounds: audition. show me what you've got. by decode.
1070 points, ended June 21, 2009, 42 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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100% good poem.
I never bullshit regards to poetry. This is good work. Thoughtful and colourladen with images.
liked :
Crystal shades of jade and lime melt through the irises
of my eyes as I rub the wishes off of my eyelashes and
into the pores of my breathing skin.
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oh my gosh, shannon darling, this is absolutely gorgeous.
♥
your words are like wow. ♥
i`m so speechless D: ♥
loves
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And when I pick out slivers of memories from underneath my finger nails,
I want the scars to heal.
I need something that I can wish for,
that I know will come true."
oh.
this is beautiful.
long, yes, but beautiful.
I think this is one of my favourite writes by you.
thank you SO much for entering. <3 -
this is beautiful, the imagery is what really amazed me. I could quote everything because you sewed everything together wonderfully, but that would take up too much of anyone's time. Just a wonderful, magnificent piece that really way beyond anything impressed me. You should be mad proud of yourself! I now that I would be! Keep writing, dear writer poet friend.
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wow this is amazing its long but i was absolutely addicted from the start it flowed so well and there was so many vivid images jumpig off the page, it's a great piece of work, truly well done and keep up the great work.
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really interestingly written. im really impressed
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Love the images i get when reading this and love the qoutes. The poem was random and just down right interesting. Great job dude.
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This imagery is amazing, though I wished that all of the stanzas were a little bit more like the first one. I also think that maybe this should be broken into more than one poem, as some of the ideas are just to conflicting and unrelated. But, it was a really good poem and was enjoyable. Thank you for sharing!
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WOW THE IMAGRY HERE IS IMMENSE,THIS IS A REALLY POWERFULLY GOOD WRITE
THANKS
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"that make my lungs bleed and my throat saturate itself in black ink."
This was very quirky and much like your usual style. however, I think some places were overly image saturated where others weren't enough. but the images you create are gorgeous and there's no complaint about that.
Sand as cough syrup and headlights as eyeshadow... I would never think of stuff like that!
Good luck in the contest you've entered. ^^
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You have written with such astounding imagery, it struck me the intensity the weave of words created."I rub the wishes off my eyelashes...such a beautiful line. I like the feel you created by shifting the present with past and futures impressive writing- Allie
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I like it. it has a radomness to it. the kind of spurr of the moment feel that alot of poetry is missing. I think it is sad you don't enjoy this work. please keep writing
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This is pretty good I think.Philisophical in its statements.so many thoughts but the flow was great and you were easy to understand and relate to.Great job I think.
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Wow.
This is just absolutely amazing. Wonderful, wonderful imagery. This gives off such a dream-like state -- you should love this piece, it's awesome.
Great write!
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Superb Plus
I loved the imagery in these writes. A very good flow throughout. I also write mainly by inspiration.
Again, very well written.
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