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trails of neon green coiled down my spine,
highlighting each ridge and crevice
in too-bright color; the echoing feeling of bliss
creeping to my toes, slow swirls ignorant of time.
navy blue sparks fly, attracted to your skin fleeing from my fingertips
encasing the two of us in tendrils of heated amber,
opposites coalescing; grey moths drawn to flames colored ochre
as your hands grace my body, teal gliding performing faultless flips.
gentle paths of silver wind between our hands,
now joined as our passions meld;
swimming within oceans of lavender, chocolate eyes held
still connected by intertwined emotions, fandango bands.
spools of golden thread unraveling,
our desires sated blushing smooth maroon;
dual murmuring voices, our minds lazy ivory; strewn
about mirroring tracks that satisfied onyx was traveling.
highlighting each ridge and crevice
in too-bright color; the echoing feeling of bliss
creeping to my toes, slow swirls ignorant of time.
navy blue sparks fly, attracted to your skin fleeing from my fingertips
encasing the two of us in tendrils of heated amber,
opposites coalescing; grey moths drawn to flames colored ochre
as your hands grace my body, teal gliding performing faultless flips.
gentle paths of silver wind between our hands,
now joined as our passions meld;
swimming within oceans of lavender, chocolate eyes held
still connected by intertwined emotions, fandango bands.
spools of golden thread unraveling,
our desires sated blushing smooth maroon;
dual murmuring voices, our minds lazy ivory; strewn
about mirroring tracks that satisfied onyx was traveling.
Literature
Devastation
Aftershocks shook her soul for weeks.
Literature
Matchstick
irreplaceable yet unnecessary
leave me in your retrospect
where you found me, unwanted & with a question mark over my head
or a Matchstick, maybe
I'm the fire you started &
couldn't put out
the one you doused &
the One you'll freeze without.
Literature
The Frozen Burn of a Broken Heart
Out of childish fears
And knowing you'd disappear
I knew not to touch or feel
For every time I do
I retreat pale and blue
From the icy burns within my heart
After being stabbed and ripped apart
Trying not to feel a thing
And knowing I'd be broken again
But I still try to hope
Tying crimson ribbons into rope
But the rope's become a noose
And there's no way to make it loose
Maybe I should give my wings a try
Find a building and try to fly
After all I'm not that great
I just found you much too late
Now it's only me and my shattered mind
Left to sit and replay memories on rewind
Looking for the tiniest thread to grasp
Forever
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An entry for #Word-Smiths's Colors Contest and #poetry-book's contest.
Written to: Florence + the Machine's "Spectrum".
Feedback is welcome! There are some things I really want comments on about this piece but feel free to comment what you will.
Are the words used awkward in any areas?
Is the imagery too much, or not enough?
Does this piece need a warning attached?
How is the ending? Does it need to be redone?
Does the rhyme scheme help the piece or detract from it?
What do you think of this piece as a whole?
Does anyone know how to make text smaller without using subscript? It is a rather large eyesore.
Written to: Florence + the Machine's "Spectrum".
Feedback is welcome! There are some things I really want comments on about this piece but feel free to comment what you will.
Are the words used awkward in any areas?
Is the imagery too much, or not enough?
Does this piece need a warning attached?
How is the ending? Does it need to be redone?
Does the rhyme scheme help the piece or detract from it?
What do you think of this piece as a whole?
Does anyone know how to make text smaller without using subscript? It is a rather large eyesore.
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Amazing imagery. The first line drew me in. Wow.
- I love the wording. However, while this line was one of my favourites, "grey moths drawn to flames colored ochre", I feel flames coloured ochre sounds a little strange. Maybe change it to flame-coloured ochre? Or something else?
- The imagery is as close to perfect as you can get it, in my opinion. That's what makes this piece so remarkable.
- No, I don't think this needs a warning.
- I quite liked the ending; it was soft and slower than the rest of the piece, and the last line was lovely.
- I'm going to honestly say I didn't notice the rhyme scheme. Now that I go back and read it again, I can easily see it. I'm going to say that not noticing the rhyme scheme is probably a good thing, because it means none of your rhymes sound forced or interrupt the flow.
- This piece is beautiful. I don't usually read poems like this but I loved this one.
Also, you can use < font size="1" > to make the text smaller, and end it with < /font >
- I love the wording. However, while this line was one of my favourites, "grey moths drawn to flames colored ochre", I feel flames coloured ochre sounds a little strange. Maybe change it to flame-coloured ochre? Or something else?
- The imagery is as close to perfect as you can get it, in my opinion. That's what makes this piece so remarkable.
- No, I don't think this needs a warning.
- I quite liked the ending; it was soft and slower than the rest of the piece, and the last line was lovely.
- I'm going to honestly say I didn't notice the rhyme scheme. Now that I go back and read it again, I can easily see it. I'm going to say that not noticing the rhyme scheme is probably a good thing, because it means none of your rhymes sound forced or interrupt the flow.
- This piece is beautiful. I don't usually read poems like this but I loved this one.
Also, you can use < font size="1" > to make the text smaller, and end it with < /font >