The ink stains splattered on your wrists, shifted shape
like rain-clouds swallowing the sunshine in heavy gulps.
Glass lips wrapped around the sky;
You thirsted for a story to tell.
sprinkling dirt like pixie dust
across the mangled moon-tiles of my smile,
you watched as the pale paper
of my body unfolded
again and again.
Now
I am nothing but blank
and creased.
Author notes
will you make me into art? please...
Hell in Harmony
Word Bank;
-- rain-- moon-- sunshine-- story-- lips--
glass-- tiles-- dirt-- cloud-- ink-- splatter
A contest entry
- The water doesn't ruin --x by Noir mariposa...x.
750 points, ended March 10, 29 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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The ink stains splattered on your wrists, shifted shape
like rain-clouds swallowing the sunshine in heavy gulps
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very nice
amazing. -
"sprinkling dirt like pixie dust
across the mangled moon-tiles of my smile,
you watched as the pale paper "
This is perfect.
Sad as anything,
but what I was looking for.
Thank you for entering,
I do wish you the best of luck
Claire x -
this is amazing.
it's so sad.
but the imagery is amazing.
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this is so sad. I feel the misery of this. Well done.
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Amazing~ ...I don't even know what else to say. I loved the imagery, and the heartbreak and the emptiness. Just– amazing.
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Amazing
An epic tale of lonliness. I love the imagery in the begining
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