Emotions drip like echoes
down her spine,
tripping through tiny globules
of toxic air
that blow despair
into greying bubbles
to slip into silence's void,
like a placid lake
wrapped within winter's sigh...
Dreams die today,
to drown
amidst pools of rocky realities
and she submerges
only her sorrows
inside every exhale
of her being.
Rise only sinks
and arrogance raises its head
merely in defeat...
and limbs grow lazy
on rungs without ladders.
She falls as dust
that speckles skies
with uninvited surprises--
like fireworks
that never climb too high,
falling only to char infantile cries
that seem to sparkle
night's nuance away
and she sways before she sits,
batting beliefs
to sleep beneath lids
whilst soul grows heavy
and lower-lip trembles
its obvious disdain.
She slowly stumbles,
crumbling meekly inside herself,
as pride perishes
in stains of yellow shins--
waking incontinent ideals
that itch icy depths.
Her meanness melts,
defrosting dread
that has seeped from pores
for decades
and she holds hands up
to prayer's sight...
to inhale the moon.
A contest entry
- right now. . . by JinSays.
1006 points, ended February 17, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Hot damn, this was a remarkable piece of poetry! If I seem a little out of sorts, it's because I didn't expect to be awed by you. Nice writing!
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Congratulations on a well deserved bronze with a wonderful write, a joy to read.
Sue
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A notch above.
Enjoyed.
Congrats on bronze.
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Absolutely beautiful.
Couldn't have written anything closer to this accurate for the way I was felling that night.
Truly wonderful, thank you.
Love,
jin
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great write, if i close my eyes, your words paint the picture for me...great descriptive pennings.
This particular line, "She slowly stumbles,
crumbling meekly inside herself,
as pride perishes..."
describes my soul at times. again, great job!
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Wow, I really love everything that you do in here, especially the last line "to inhale the moon." I don't know, it just takes me wonderful places! Awesome job! Was a pleasure of mine to read!
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the part where the author writes She slowly stumbles, crumbling meekly inside herself, as pride perishes in stains of yellow shins--is beautiful
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