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effervescent desires drawn on the concrete sidewalk—
the rosy, pink lines forging memories now disappeared
within the harsh realities of life (destroyers of childhood
dreams) nothing but faded outlines left behind…vague
remnants of a time when I wanted nothing more than to
have my first popsicle of the summer and run from those
pesky bees, always attracted to me—whether I was wearing
yellow or not. later on I was thankful for those same bees…
they seemed to be the only ones that cared when it came time.
summer months spent running on harsh asphalt, mornings
full of Bible scriptures and camp songs, playing kickball, and
falling down (leaving a massive gash on my knee) before
rising like nothing happened, rushing to return to the games…
and drawing the most perfectest picture on the ground—
never realizing it only took a single rain shower to wash away
thirty minutes of hard work, mosquito bites, and missed play
time…it only took a single rain shower to wash away any
remnants of childhood innocence…it only took a single rain
shower to leave nothing more than a chalk outline behind.
the rosy, pink lines forging memories now disappeared
within the harsh realities of life (destroyers of childhood
dreams) nothing but faded outlines left behind…vague
remnants of a time when I wanted nothing more than to
have my first popsicle of the summer and run from those
pesky bees, always attracted to me—whether I was wearing
yellow or not. later on I was thankful for those same bees…
they seemed to be the only ones that cared when it came time.
summer months spent running on harsh asphalt, mornings
full of Bible scriptures and camp songs, playing kickball, and
falling down (leaving a massive gash on my knee) before
rising like nothing happened, rushing to return to the games…
and drawing the most perfectest picture on the ground—
never realizing it only took a single rain shower to wash away
thirty minutes of hard work, mosquito bites, and missed play
time…it only took a single rain shower to wash away any
remnants of childhood innocence…it only took a single rain
shower to leave nothing more than a chalk outline behind.
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
Devastation
Aftershocks shook her soul for weeks.
Literature
Ceteris Paribus
In an eon
You and I will greet the choate moon
Surrounded by her fairy dogs
warrior wolves and magnetic fox tails
who howl some foretelling tune
decoded only by the whistling winds
within my once listless room
I nip your Adam's apple by my Cupid's bow
we are a perfect art, a Sistine Michelangelo
We are stomata of the umpteen,
swimming in each other's dulcet drippings
of halved and pitted French tongues and ears
Let the years pass in this gentle deaf-muteness
where Ceteris Paribus
In this, Hallowed and His Seraphims know
how in the glow of one night tide
the firmament of all
folded into my limitless room
You and I part in sweet sorrow
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An entry for #InspireTheUninspired's first contest.
Written to and Inspired by: Three Days Grace's "Chalk Outline".
The song above is off their upcoming album "Transit of Venus"....I cannot wait for October 2nd!
Enjoy and feedback is most welcome!
Written to and Inspired by: Three Days Grace's "Chalk Outline".
The song above is off their upcoming album "Transit of Venus"....I cannot wait for October 2nd!
Enjoy and feedback is most welcome!
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This is quite a nice work 
and it has no complaints from my side as well (I usually have those strange pesky complaints that many people seem to hate 
) now...
First I have to write for the competition but when... I dunno
Now onwards... I like the form of this work; it is like your previous poems but the sentences seem to be easier to decipher and understand for me. I enjoyed the brackets while they are something I quite avoid writing in poetry and rarely like. Meaning you were (for me) able to pull off the formatting. I might be a bit awkward here but the term "when it came time" seems a little awkward to me but then again I am never in favor of sticking to strict grammar in poetry. I think you intended the expression that way.
The ending and how you managed to bring it to chalk from where the work actually started is done beautifully and craftily; there was no break in the flow of thoughts and so you rounded up quite well
Though I wonder; does some other work of yours involve "harsh asphalt" or an expression similar since I feel i have heard it before. Nothing to worry; it doesn't smudge the originalirt of this piece just wondering!
I do feel that the title should have a feel of chalk in it
The title is... well it is not bad but it is a bit simple to be honest. I think that it can be made a bit more unique with adding chalk or... something else to it
and it has no complaints from my side as well (I usually have those strange pesky complaints that many people seem to hate ) now...First I have to write for the competition but when... I dunno
Now onwards... I like the form of this work; it is like your previous poems but the sentences seem to be easier to decipher and understand for me. I enjoyed the brackets while they are something I quite avoid writing in poetry and rarely like. Meaning you were (for me) able to pull off the formatting. I might be a bit awkward here but the term "when it came time" seems a little awkward to me but then again I am never in favor of sticking to strict grammar in poetry. I think you intended the expression that way.
The ending and how you managed to bring it to chalk from where the work actually started is done beautifully and craftily; there was no break in the flow of thoughts and so you rounded up quite well
Though I wonder; does some other work of yours involve "harsh asphalt" or an expression similar since I feel i have heard it before. Nothing to worry; it doesn't smudge the originalirt of this piece just wondering!I do feel that the title should have a feel of chalk in it
The title is... well it is not bad but it is a bit simple to be honest. I think that it can be made a bit more unique with adding chalk or... something else to it