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Where were you
when the girl with the black painted lips
and the award winning smile went astray
and slipped and tumbled and fell
down the rabbit hole and ended her descent
upon the curved silver edge of the Vorpal blade?
Where were you
when the boy with the pretty pink nails
and the sweet gentle song that the nightingale
envied lost his voice and began his permanent
residence in the monotone of silence and the writhing
soiree of maggots?
Where were you
when the one who deemed their self
unbound became Jacob Marley and shook their
iron chains and coin boxes until their fingers
fell off and became dust on the ground and
their will to be 'them' faded like the sands of Egypt?
Where were you
when that child who seemed so perfect
and content decided one day to let their
imperfections be known and allowed a tear to fall down
their cheek only to melt their flesh into marble when
with scoff they were turned away?
Where were you
when words became sharper than swords
and hands that once reached out in comfort
remained still and morphed into eyes?
Where were you —
Where were you?
when the girl with the black painted lips
and the award winning smile went astray
and slipped and tumbled and fell
down the rabbit hole and ended her descent
upon the curved silver edge of the Vorpal blade?
Where were you
when the boy with the pretty pink nails
and the sweet gentle song that the nightingale
envied lost his voice and began his permanent
residence in the monotone of silence and the writhing
soiree of maggots?
Where were you
when the one who deemed their self
unbound became Jacob Marley and shook their
iron chains and coin boxes until their fingers
fell off and became dust on the ground and
their will to be 'them' faded like the sands of Egypt?
Where were you
when that child who seemed so perfect
and content decided one day to let their
imperfections be known and allowed a tear to fall down
their cheek only to melt their flesh into marble when
with scoff they were turned away?
Where were you
when words became sharper than swords
and hands that once reached out in comfort
remained still and morphed into eyes?
Where were you —
Where were you?
Literature
Parchment Thin
You left pencil lead bruises
smudged on my thin ivory skin,
your harsh fingers tracing the lace
of the baby doll lingerie
you pasted to my curves.
The angel wings
tied with tape around my shoulders
(the missing piece of innocence
you thought you could borrow)
weighed me down;
with flat eyes
and marker-blotted lips,
I watched you admire your handiwork.
A nimble flourish of knuckles later,
you slipped me between the plastic
of your photo album
and left my name dripping ink
in the corner--
just another parchment doll
too fragile for holding.
Literature
Thoughts I'll never tell you
3am.
it seems nighttime
has never looked this dark
(or maybe my emotions
are just blurring
my perception)
squinty eyes turn
to my alarm clock:
a lighthouse
in the roaring black sea
delirium fades,
as the dream
s l o w l y
comes back
How can I miss someone
who wasn't even mine?
Literature
Atelophobia
Atelophobia
The word sticks to my tongue like cotton candy
The sweet, fluffy combination of letters
struggling to embody a correct connotation
And even the dictionary definition seems sugarcoated:
"Fear of imperfection."
Is that what they say when I'm up until 3am,
editing my English paper for the umpteenth time
The tick-tock tick-tock of the clock
promptly proliferating the room
And I just sit there changing good to great,
and peaceful to quiescent,
hoping that my teacher will be drunk in his bungalow
while he grades my chicken-scratch calligraphy
And he’ll see stars instead of how horrid it is
Or is that the word they use,
when
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I didn't really plan on writing anything today (or I should say tonight since it's well past 11:00 where I'm at), but my fingers flew across the keyboard and before I knew it this was born. It's not very good, and I can only blame my tiredness and the late hour on the lack of quality. Any critiques on how I can improve the poem would be much appreciated, so please be polite!
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This was really enjoyable. I agree with TheRealPetron in that the accusatory tone is interesting. Most of the stanzas just clicked so well, like the words were exactly where they were supposed to be, which shows how skillful this was. The only thing I would say is that I would have ended it differently, since the last couple of lines sound a bit forced, but otherwise it was fantastic. Great job! 