Ghosts collaberate the collective conversation of her way.
Can't twist the turns enough of the situation scarred.
No way to express the pain of the certainty of the corner I'm in.
With the moon shining it's scent of the sun on me.
My indigonious travels have become...the dead,
the moon is the only thing I have.
Once, it was all I couldn't reach.
To change from the gorgeous gown,
to the monster that handles the professed players,
and the game of why we're here.
Find the dark silouettes of the canvas!
Seek out the words from unknown caverns!
So far with your light on my skin,
dark measures itself in the world's love to me.
No way to express....feeling.
All I want is you.
See me!
Author notes
picture prompt http://melyannam.deviantart.com/art/Serenity-135546633
A contest entry
- lets try to make this a quickie =D by Kathraina.
525 points, ended September 6, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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wow that was great!
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Hauntingly beautiful!
'My indigonious travels have become...the dead,
the moon is the only thing I have'
This really struck a cord with me.
My life in verse...
Thank you for sharing
and best wishes in the contest!
~Pastel
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wonderful poem as always..just so you know.i have now found time to write so this means you have to write more..
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Ghosts collaberate the collective conversation of her way.
I love the alliterations in this line.
This is a gorgeous and descriptive poem, randomly describing with emotion and passion. I liked this write, nice job.
To change from the gorgeous gown,
to the monster that handles the professed martyrs,
Those lines were amazing too. The opposite of what you'd think. -
Beautifully written hun! I love
So far with your light on my skin,
dark measures itself in the world's love to me.
No way to express....feeling.
All I want is you.
See me!
It fits the picture very well! Best of luck in the contest
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