there is a way
i used to speak of wires,
that they were wrapping
themselves around and around
a circle moon,
but more importantly,
a sun dripping
paint off the edge of the horizon,
and my fingernails kept growing
shorter and shorter,
shrinking away back
to the skin,
like a starving cat
on the side of the road.
he said,
"the world keeps moving,
they say i'm getting
warmer, warmer,
but all i have is
chills."
and i thought
the months couldn't melt
(i guess he was getting
warmer and warmer).
Author notes
this summer, i will tell him,
"i used to draw hearts
because i thought
i didn't have one,
thinking ink could fill
the holes in my chest.
i do not know
why i scribble now,
but i know these hearts
aren't for you anymore."
prompt 1
A contest entry
- you got my rhythm, i can't move without you baby. by aanika.
6693 points, ended April 11, 28 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
i believe the world, it spins for you...
Comments
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this is beautiful.
you are so talented.
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he said,
"the world keeps moving,
they say i'm getting
warmer, warmer,
but all i have is
chills."
i LOVE that.
it gave ME chills.
and your author's notes are hauntingly beautiful.
thanks so much for entering. -
"and my fingernails kept growing
shorter and shorter,
shrinking away back
to the skin,
like a starving cat
on the side of the road."
ahhhhhhh god. i loved that stanza. the ending isn't as strong as the rest. but goddamn, what a stanza.
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yeahhh, i was unsure as to whether i should include the stanzas in the authors notes in the actual poem, so i left them out for now. haha
thankssss love.
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