Open Poetry #44 |
Invisible Scars |
A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
The poison of spring has dissolved in my veins; A second is worth both my future and past. The more I denied my becoming insane, The sooner insanity touched me at last. The silence we hear is the laugh of my fate, The soundless laugh at the one I forgot - The yesterday's me - and the force to create The life I portrayed. But it's less than I've got. I love the invisible scars of my skin - The blades of your hands are so tempting, indeed. These words I give birth to just come from within, Revealing the truth till the scars start to bleed. These words cost two hours less than a night - Mixed feelings are harder to rhyme than small talk. Two hours more, and the things will go right As long as I fail my deceiving the clock. |
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WTBAKELAR
since 2008-09-09
Posts 1089Utah, USA |
Interesting? Tracey |
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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
Thank you, it's interesting, indeed. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
quote:They are indeed, and you did a great job on this one with your choice of metaphors. |
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Osprey Member
since 2009-04-12
Posts 249 |
'A second is worth both my future and past.' I was wondering when someone was going to think like me. Existence is merely a fraction of a second: all else is past or future. Thank you. |
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SlowlyFallAway Member
since 2008-08-29
Posts 279North Carolina |
"I love the invisible scars of my skin - The blades of your hands are so tempting, indeed. These words I give birth to just come from within, Revealing the truth till the scars start to bleed" Amazing stanza. The whole poem was amazing. I havn't used that rhyme scheme in a while either, but I loved it. |
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