staring off into nothingness
she sits and traces the stars
pictures of her memories
of ghosts and almost-beens
of demons and of angels
and days when she had wings
they called her fey
they called her truth
they loved her for being neither
twisting, changing, never sated
voices in the dark
enchantress, succubus
always retreating
the oceans spray reaching the cliffs
whipping hair across hollow eyes
flying
falling
never ending
then it ends
for the brief moment
that it was real
and still she dies
A contest entry
- A Titles Contest ^^ by Rashida.
3500 points, ended November 7, 19 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A lovely write. Wording was good, flowed well, message came across. It's the poem that leaves meaning to reader and I like that. I feel mine doesn't do that enough. Congrats on the gold. Well deserved.
Sharon
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This is the first poem I've read of yours, and boy am I impressed!!!!
It's so beautiful!! I don't think I've read anything like it, it's fantastic!!
You are a FANTASTIC writer!!!!
I greatly enjoyed your poem, and I'm excited to read more!!
Liz
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Wow....
...... The first poem I read from you and it is such beautiful art. I am glad I stopped in! My favorite line "enchantress, succubus" for you are certainly enchanting to me.
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Hah! Here was what I was looking for!!!! This is fantabulously amazing and everything I was hoping to see in this contest!
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