I am lavendar bones with moons in my eyes and soft silver crowded against my skin so you can sink achingly into me without reserve.
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Use me,
convert me to carbonated raspberry
and songs about love that doesn't end
and scratched drumsticks,
then leave me.
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Baby, all you loved about me was drawing petnames onto my knuckles. To you, I was another scribbled heart in your list of earnest admirers.
There was never fairy dust.
There was never a beach where I caught the shoreline before the sun could and you kissed the droplets from my eyelashes.
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Take back your November 17 and your April 27. I don't need them anymore.
Author notes
This wasn't good, I know.
I just suddenly had feelings burning in me, for whatever reason, so I turned them into this.
A contest entry
- feeling just a little unloved. by written-in-ink.
700 points, ended January 24, 17 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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But is silver really a color? I mean, it's like a physical property from scientificallity class. XD
The rest of it is fantasmic and lovely.
I'll get back to you about the silver as a color dillema, but I tyhink that would be the wrong word. I'd use situamigilie. -
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Wow....well if this wasn't good I want to see what you consider to be amazing. Wonderful write! Keep up the amazing work! -Liz
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You have a very unique way of writing, and i quite like it. You are great with imagery.
Another wonderful write.
Laura
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i think this is fabulous
your imagery is amazing
this was great -
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i loved it
you have no idea
honestly
i understand
so much
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I really liked it
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i love this.
it's beautiful.
AMAZING imagery.
carbonated raspberry and scratched drumsticks were prolly my favourite imagery things in this.
and i looove the ending. what happened those days?
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