you said kwako don't go bursting people's bubble dreams
while you were drowning mine in soap
and said kwako don't die out on me
when penning love-letters to that dope
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under the thatched roof of the indolent skies
the stars were slapped up to form sphagetti patterns
blizzards snapped hungrily at our shivering heels
warmth a fading memory with the death of the lantern
his face haunting your iridescent smiles
licking your delicate lips with unpolished stone
a rancid imprint on your angelic flesh
mocking my thoughts with your tainted moans
when blood and bullets dodged my weary steps
your love was what kept me alive
i never missed the sun till i met snow
i would gladly die nuzzling liquid sunshine
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metal pierced the scalp as if through tender meat
liberated at last i freely roamed
you said kwako don't die out on me
your letter was returned back home
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Author notes
be inspired by
'here I dreamt I was an architect' by the decemberists
lyrics only: (nothin to do with the entire song)
And here I dreamt I was a soldier
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this
But I won, so you lose
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way
A contest entry
- here I dreamt I was an architect. by etoile.
2825 points, ended August 20, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Criticism is welcomed with open arms...
Comments
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wow, great take on the prompt. to be honest, I would've liked this better if it didn't rhyme. just a personal preference. I love the ideas and imagery in this though, and the opening and ending stanzas are really powerful and tie the poem together nicely.
goodluck and thanks for entering
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Hmmmm,
Deeep, very deeep. Too many great word combos to start picking!!!
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lol. Thanks!
How's you?
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