being around you is like
trying to translate from
decimals to fractions,
and I always carry over numbers wrong
mentally tugging ribbon smiles
a tad tighter, fuller
polished
the moon fell
in liquid inconsistency --
beautiful destruction
behind your eyes
looking through me
staring into fountains
as if counting all the nickels
at the bottom
when I'm a penny turning green
drinking up your words
like a rare elixir
and stashing every glance
under my eyelids,
memorizing the way
you diligently study
my hollowed edges
Author notes
affection that isn't returned
or something like that.
A contest entry
- adsavdakg by written-in-ink.
600 points, ended March 3, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Prompt: Stolen Glances
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eh, you're better than me. hands down.
i fail.
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woah.
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I love how unique this is.
Every image and metaphor is perfect.
and a very very well deserved silver. <3
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being around you is like
trying to translate from
decimals to fractions,
and I always carry over numbers wrong
-Just had a maths test today; so i can relate muchly :/
beautiful destruction
behind your eyes
-This is just so amazingly phrased. The way it plays in my mind is flawless.
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looking through me
staring into fountains
as if counting all the nickels
at the bottom
ahhhhh
i love that great job
<333
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wow, great vocabulary. and very well structured. good luck and take care
Stephanie ♥
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