Teen Poetry #8 |
crimson nails part 2 |
crimsonXnails Member
since 2008-02-10
Posts 108dark/little/heavan.:*:. |
a farmer finds her washed up corps atop his barn, lying like a blue stemed rose. her hand hangs limp, crimson red. digging a grave in the soaking grain feild, the farmer clears away the debris and brings the girl. she lies beneith the wet soil, blue and red. roots spring from her crimson nails, the final trace of her best friend. a new rose bush, now grows in that field, birthed from her crimson nails, and every day s girl comes and cares for her new best friend while a storm brews in the distance. if you can touch me, i know i'm still only dying |
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Falling rain
since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178Small town, Illinois |
hmm idk about this poem. it could mean that you tryed too hard? to cling on to whats left of you. And you end up getting hurt and dyed. But even though your dead. someone else takes your place (the other girl) and the storm is the problem or emotions... Hopefully that can clear it up a little. Keep up the good writing!!!! ~Zach~ |
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Earl Robertson Senior Member
since 2008-01-21
Posts 753BC, Canada |
Perhaps you feel like the you've switched places. Like you need help now, and are afriad of hurting others. Again a beutifuly written peice! "Be Strong and Always Remember what made you you." Earl |
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