I am ripped open from the inside
torn by ravenous cougar teeth
The most incomparable human blessing
is also the most agonizing room
a million tears of pain and joy
drip down the bleach white walls
I can't open up anymore, I'll break.
Dribbles of blood kiss my thighs
as you come screaming into the bright light
another universe birthed from the combined stars
glorious, maginficent life
Your cerulean eyes gaze into mine
with lifetimes of knowledge and wisdom
a bin filled to the brim, waiting to be tapped
Author notes
I LOVE this song so I had to enter this contest. I used the entire song as inspiration; but I suppose if I have to pick one line it would be this one;
"Pale blue coloured iris, presents the circle"
A contest entry
- "lightning crash" by JinSays.
906 points, ended April 17, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be Brutally Honest, Loves
Comments
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Yeah, that seems to be the one line everyone likes. I love it too. Actually, there isn't a thing I dont like about the song. It haunts me these days, and Im not sure why.
Knowledge and wisdom are two separate things. Im glad you differentiated there. Thank you for taking the time to enter, and I wish you all the best.
Love,
jin
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this piece really just pushed the mother in me. I've wanted to be a mother since I was fourteen and I know that's weird but I can't help it. I know it's so damn selfish but I want something I can love, I want that happiness. I need it. right now a manager at my work is trying to get pregnant and it's making me jealous >.<
the only thing I'm not looking forward to is the labor. I want a natural birth and if I do that, I'll have to face the labor. think about it, you don't have your period for nine months so all of those cramps you were supposed to have come out full force in a span of hours, and with the way my cramps are, I'll be luck to survive or not pass out and miss the whole giving birth deal. I wonder if anybody's ever been knocked out while they were giving birth, kind of humorous.
there was something so dream like about this piece. it was like... the pain and the stretching and the pushing and the screaming wasn't real because the end result, looking into the eyes of the baby, was so delicate and infinite that all the hurt was forgotten, it didn't matter. there was something incredible and impossibly beautiful being held in the arms of the mother. damn you. you're just lucky I love you because I could smother you with all the pining in me that's focused on wanting [NEEDING] to be a mother
♥
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