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I watched your passion fade as you colored all your roses gray. A barren field of dispassion and apathy is all that remains. I wonder where your passion went, and what happened to all those things you said you loved.
I watched you sprinkle dust upon your heart with calloused, lifeless fingers. I saw the vessel pale and crumble as it slowed to a stop. You smothered the life of your own precious heart, and I swear that it nearly smothered mine.
And next you picked up the needle and thread, and wove the yarn of silence through your lips. Never once did you consider that your words were lullabies to me. Every note and every syllable was a ballad of comfort. But never will I hear those songs again. Forever you are mute, never to strike up a word again.
Often times I wonder whether you were sick of me or reality. I wonder what caused you to bleach your eyes with blindness. The amazing world and all its wonders—all your loved ones, all the gorgeous places you have never seen—will never be of access to your beautiful brown orbs again. They all lie much further beyond the barrier of sightlessness which you have created.
I hope you memorized my voice. I hope you can replay it in your mind whenever you please. It may deceive you, making you forget that you are now deaf by your own doing. With cotton wads of silence you stuffed your ears; never again will you be able to hear me say, "I love you."
You dried up like a neglected plant during a drought. You turned yourself into a weathered book with feather-light pages warped like wood. Quickly, you blotted out the words and let them wear away.
You faded right in front of me, becoming a ghost of everything you used to be. Most diamonds start out as jagged rocks before they learn to shine. But you were a diamond who lost its luster and receded back into the sediment, and no one could save you no matter how hard they tried. I attempted to shake you and bring you back, but you were too far gone.
Though losing you caused my heart to ache, what pained me more was watching you destroy yourself. You never stopped to consider what that might do to me, and I wonder if you even cared. You were so lost within your deteriorating shell you failed to think of anyone else.
I watched you sprinkle dust upon your heart with calloused, lifeless fingers. I saw the vessel pale and crumble as it slowed to a stop. You smothered the life of your own precious heart, and I swear that it nearly smothered mine.
And next you picked up the needle and thread, and wove the yarn of silence through your lips. Never once did you consider that your words were lullabies to me. Every note and every syllable was a ballad of comfort. But never will I hear those songs again. Forever you are mute, never to strike up a word again.
Often times I wonder whether you were sick of me or reality. I wonder what caused you to bleach your eyes with blindness. The amazing world and all its wonders—all your loved ones, all the gorgeous places you have never seen—will never be of access to your beautiful brown orbs again. They all lie much further beyond the barrier of sightlessness which you have created.
I hope you memorized my voice. I hope you can replay it in your mind whenever you please. It may deceive you, making you forget that you are now deaf by your own doing. With cotton wads of silence you stuffed your ears; never again will you be able to hear me say, "I love you."
You dried up like a neglected plant during a drought. You turned yourself into a weathered book with feather-light pages warped like wood. Quickly, you blotted out the words and let them wear away.
You faded right in front of me, becoming a ghost of everything you used to be. Most diamonds start out as jagged rocks before they learn to shine. But you were a diamond who lost its luster and receded back into the sediment, and no one could save you no matter how hard they tried. I attempted to shake you and bring you back, but you were too far gone.
Though losing you caused my heart to ache, what pained me more was watching you destroy yourself. You never stopped to consider what that might do to me, and I wonder if you even cared. You were so lost within your deteriorating shell you failed to think of anyone else.
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I shake my head, and she sighs again, letting her fingers trace their way up my neck. "Are you, at least, going to hold still for me, then?" Her scarlet fingertips tilt my head just the right way, and brush my chin like a breath of win
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Painting it Red.
I forgot how to smile.
I breathe in, the cigarette light
burns out.
Smoke hits my face and with it
numbness comes.
And I hope you get hit by a bus.
Two choices - left, right,
you forget to look left again.
Cause she's just sooo right for you.
You run across and the light, it's
Red.
BANG!
You hit the ground.
And I? I laugh.
And I am all that's left.
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Beyond these white-washed walls, the world would have her believe that she is brave, a lioness, an exception confronted
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Accompanying prose to this poem: [link]
I really just took the verses and split them into paragraphs. I rephrased them a bit and expanded upon them, but if you read this and the prose, you'll notice some lines are straight from the poem. There's also a whole new paragraph in here that is not an existing verse in the poem.
The reason I wrote a prose for the poem is because I thought it could work really well as such. In addition, there were some lines and thoughts I wanted to include in the poem but wouldn't fit.
EDIT: This piece has a mix of feelings. It's supposed to be sad and perhaps a little guilty at moments, but also very angry or irritated. So just keep that in mind.
I hope you enjoy the prose!
If you've read both versions, which do you like better and why? Do they have a different effect upon the reader? Is one clearer than the other?
I'm really curious as to what you think. So please, if you have the time to comment, do so!
I really just took the verses and split them into paragraphs. I rephrased them a bit and expanded upon them, but if you read this and the prose, you'll notice some lines are straight from the poem. There's also a whole new paragraph in here that is not an existing verse in the poem.
The reason I wrote a prose for the poem is because I thought it could work really well as such. In addition, there were some lines and thoughts I wanted to include in the poem but wouldn't fit.
EDIT: This piece has a mix of feelings. It's supposed to be sad and perhaps a little guilty at moments, but also very angry or irritated. So just keep that in mind.
I hope you enjoy the prose!
If you've read both versions, which do you like better and why? Do they have a different effect upon the reader? Is one clearer than the other?
I'm really curious as to what you think. So please, if you have the time to comment, do so!
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