Teen Poetry #6 |
Frozen Fingertips |
Allysa
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden |
She breaks the crackers in her tomato soups washes her pain away in that familiar bowl of food she calls his house every day just to listen to that hollow voice on the answering machine that promises to call back but never does. She blinks her eyes, her eyelashes fall into her soup, making ripples in her everpresent lonesome bowl of comfort. She longs for red, for anything but this stupid bluish color that rules her life and suffocates her soul while she attempts to dream of better days when things went her way. She cracks her knuckles, her skin peels off, chunks dripping into her tomato soup as she paves the way from the tips of her frozen fingers and into the center of her heart. "Wie ein Quadrat in einem Kreis, eck' ich immer wieder an obwohl ich doch schon lange weiß, daß ich niemals ändern kann." ~Wizo |
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Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-07
Posts 7665Twilight Zone |
Your poetry has just grown thru time Keep it up, and I'll definitely keep reading thanks for sharing là où est mon amour? |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
This was very well written on a deep and interestingly protrayed subject. Very sad. It seemed to flow better in the begginging then it did toward the end. I enjoyed it very much...thanks for sharing. ~Lexy |
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