I sometimes sketch your likeness in stanza,
coaxing the thud of a heartbeat from extant pages
and everfading scores of ink.
Bones echo from distant memoir,
twining through florid pigments of flesh.
Fingers spark bright the silence.
Lungs emerge, gasping their way
from raw expanses of verse.
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It's the eyes that seem constantly restless;
straining their hushed fragments
toward the skies.
Author notes
i enjoy playing god.
and yes, if you're wondering, "everfading" is indeed meant to be a single word. it's not a typo.
apologies if you find it excessively strange.
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A contest entry
- Show me anything by pain is love..
420 points, ended November 30, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The imagery of this is really nice. I liked the tone of this poem as well. It had A nice message and a good feel. Thank you for your entry
Pain is love -
i enjoyed the imagery in this piece, although i did find it stange in places i think i got the general jist of it well done!!
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strange in good ways. me like.
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why thankyou
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