speechless. masked.
we are the masses that travel the shores,
toes pierced by the shells of the
broken spirited.
the weight of the misery thrown
into our shoes
through sands of time.
bottled up emotions stuffed into
a piece of tattered paper,
read by only the fishes;
wishes.
we're the fools;
underwater fools.
Author notes
mood ring turned red.
A contest entry
- prose && free verse by jayyniecakes..
400 points, ended February 21, 29 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I agree with humblpye.
I also really like the ending.
I wish I understood it. :]
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'bottles up emotions stuffed into
a piece of tattered paper'
that should be 'bottled'
other than that, good job!
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Oh, right! Thanks!
=)
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I'm not sure
why I like this but like it I do, it has a melancholic echo to it, there's suffering and a kind of frustration...yet you handle both with a gentleness of spirit, it needs to be read more than once, and then some more; each time, finding something new to speculate on...
kind regards
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Thankyouu! =)
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I love this poem.
"bottles up emotions stuffed into
a piece of tattered paper"
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Awwthanks!
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Thankyouu!
<3
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amazing.
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