Lap the waves,
leap the sips,
cup the oceans,
grasp the tears.
...and carry it all away,
and carry it away,
away,
away...
Starch white,
clean,
bleached wisp thin.
The burning press-
-of lips,
Of lips, secrets, silences, desires, and dreams.
Enveloped in the cosmic compassion
of eyes melting into a soul.
Starry Night,
a swirl of torment,
of sacrificed-self torture.
...bare feet from under blankets huddle,
from under blankets huddle,
bare feet,
bare feet...
Liquid sleep,
soundless places
among fallen stars.
"To sleep, to dream..."
Of trodden bogs,
moors of mired
misconceptions.
Tantalize.
Tangle my soul
with a voice
in an unspoken
word.
Melody of a forgotten lyric long remembered by Fate-
-woven in her companionable shroud
flowery with dripping lust.
Press-
-in to a barren place in my form-
-nothing shallow
reaches depth
unsearched.
Scathing brush
with a passing
phase of the
moon of morning's
emotion.
Flap softly, with the hushed whoosh of broken feathers, back from whence you came
Author notes
I really don't know if this belongs in this contest. It kind of spilled out. Feel free to remove it- it's kind of freaking me out anyway.
A contest entry
- Cheer Me Up by NerdforChrist777.
700 points, ended November 2, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts...
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I disagree
I doubt if you could keep the flavor of it by revision. And as for the "Freakiness", I would point out that this site really needs more of that. If anything, perhaps a shortening of the title might add a bit of polish.
EH
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I like my title the way it is, thank you very much.
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unless it breaks the rules i dont remove it. but i agree it could have been better placed in another contest
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Sorry about that.
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