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Brazen skin.
Under the cracks I see silk;
Rusted and darkened, breaking at the seams.
The feeling is similar, but within the grooves,
Running my fingers along a familiar plane, I become lost,
Confused;
Naked against the differences.
But I submerge deeper, looking for discrepancies.
Same eyes, same mouth, same voice:
Old-age antiquities, invaluable to me.
But the silver tongue doesn’t divert me.
Soft spoken,
Words pour into my ears.
Persuasion is the greatest weapon, lies like poison.
The bombardment insistent, the damage invisible.
But secrets float to the surface.
And hearts,
Beating blood or bile,
Never belong to two.
Literature
Paper-Thin Promises
the first time I caught sight of your
glistening, marble eyes,
I decided you disgust me.
I hate you the way I hate perfection:
merciless, like the snap of mantis jaws.
every fact of you is pretentious,
held high like you raise a middle finger.
You, the artist, always sculpting things,
tried to squeeze my malleable heart like white clay
and stash it in your pocket to rattle with stones.
paint me an unflinching self portrait, my dear:
this skyscraper of a boy shaking with anticipation
to build and destroy, build and destroy.
you sink in tooth and talon at first mention of beauty,
love-biting Aphrodite as though you were equals.
you're a statu
Literature
Sonnet XXII
But give me leave to love in silence that
which I cannot possess— and give me such
inspired defiance of the urges at
my breast— and give me strength to never touch
my lips to hers, my soul to her soul— give
me heart and hale to weather every storm
that may unfold: But tell me how to live
without my hand in hers, its honest form—
and tell me how to wake each morn if not
to wake within her arms— and tell me how
I am to carry on, and how I ought
to act and speak and be, around her, now,
and ever: tell me, and I'll on my way
as still and quiet as the passing day.
Literature
Headdress
i.
tread noiselessly, and you become rabbitchild
there is a strength in silence
God hears your footsteps and counts your paces, maybe,
but no one sees, no one speaks
let it be, sweet destiny,
let it have its way with you
;; (& your children)
ii.
i'm no architect, but hear me:
i know a hieroglyphic when i see one
and the writing's on the wall
debutantes' young feathers
won't save you now
daddy knows best, always knows best
iii.
mama sings sad song when she braids warrior knots in your scalp
and sends you to the war that is life
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Written for a prompt: There were parts of her that were brand new, and parts that were antiques. If only we hadn’t found out like this.
My thought when approaching this was a person who found out, during an intimate moment, that their significant other cheated on them. Hopefully that was evident after reading
My thought when approaching this was a person who found out, during an intimate moment, that their significant other cheated on them. Hopefully that was evident after reading
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactTo be honest, I had a bit of trouble following this one. It made sense and all, but the thoughts within it felt scattered and moved from one thought to the other super fast. Which for one didn't offer the impact I would have thought to have expected.
You did awesome with the vision, but it felt like you saw things and felt things all over the place. As for the technique, it flowed really well, yet a bit too many periods. An occasional end comma would do.
All in all opinion, you are a good writer, so keep writing!